can't hide secrets forever. can't seem to get these thoughts from in my head. confusion leaves everyone there. it's nothing you did or said. sometime last year around the month of may, the seasons had to change, and with them so did i. i somehow failed to see that i didn't mean what i said, but you felt the same, i guess i didn't see. the things that used to make you laugh out loud are gone. and i can't do this, i can't force it, but i do. all i wanted was a little room, a simple cushion to give our selves a break. the fucking irony is you telling me i was wrong would have been enough to make me wanna stay.
Cadillac Blindside
