Tác giả : Elliott Smith
Người đăng : administrator, 13 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 ...