And it comes down to you.
Never and ever.
Wrecked his day with looks and flirts
and midnight in your shortest skirts.
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank her for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters.
This isn't for the better.
You put me down
It's for the worse you're not my girl
Stop the circulation to my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late.
I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying and I'm dying here
Secondary.
She laughs at every word I know came out completely wrong.
This is my last semester.
Brothers always come first.
At least until next winter.
But I'm sure that I'll be over this by then.
Better scenes... I wish she'd seen me.
Better off if I just let it be.
Better pretend it don't matter.
I'd be better off if I could have her.
Better days since the day I met her.
I better hope she got my letters.
Better off in two year stretches.