Tác giả : Elliott Smith
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
Everytime the day darkens down and goes away 
Pictures open in my head of me and you 
Silent and cliche, all the things we did and didn't say 
covered up by what we did and didn't do, going through 
Every hour I used to cop 
to make the repetition stop 
What was I supposed to say? 
Now I never leave my zone, I'm all alone 
I'm going home 
I wish I'd never seen your face ...