Summer |
it's far beyond your reach it holds a place in time somewhere ahead is the back of the line i can't relate to your mistakes awkardly speaking with nothing to say caught up in your life excuses are so lame you may be different but i'm still the same the reasons that you thought the attention that you drought you say things are simple we both know they're not you can't let it go you can't but i know you don't even know it's not in what you do more in what you say it's not in what you do more in what you say it's not in what you do more in what you say |
you have lots of time to look around |