Well I've sat through this so many times.
I'd say I'm such a fool for thinking that I'd,
sit through this again.
So leave a note on your bedpost.
I'll browse through your words in my head.
I'll browse right through your words while thinking,
What is it that you really wanted?
What exactly did you want to hear me say now that im ripped and torn away?
When I'm driving past your town, flashing memories of you.
Fashionably late said our rivals by the doors you came through.
Taking pictures by your house, hearing music from your room.
But it's not me, my mixtape must mean nothing to you.
Everyones going to the party tonight 'cause they all know that shes gonna be there.
Yet, they all want a piece. Yes they all what a piece of something they couldn't reach.
You're gone and I'm home.
You're gone I'm home.
I'm home.
But it's not me.
not me.
When I'm driving past your town, flashing memories of you.
Fashionably late said our rivals by the doors you came through.
Taking pictures by your house, hearing music from your room.
But it's not me, my mixtape must mean nothing to you.
Everyones going to the party tonight 'cause they all know that shes gonna be there
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