Letras
You sent me pictures of your neck
How did you want me to react?
How did you want me to respond?
Look, we can sleep anywhere you want
With my arms around your arms
I can sleep out in the car
I got hung up on the wrong world
I'm tired of knocking wood, not getting in
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud
Maybe I got stuck, maybe I got stuck
My arms are tired, my throat is sore
You're the only soldier fighting in this war
I'm the fool still cheering you on
The poems on the pages that you skipped
Just mean a restless wingless mess
Forget that they exist
I got hung up on the wrong world
I'm tired of knocking wood, not getting in
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud
Maybe I got stuck, maybe I got stuck
And I'm sure you keep a score
You're the same torch I keep falling for
The hurricane that's in my heart
I missed the last turn for the interstate
And the right words come out too late
You're doing great and I'm doing odd
I got hung up on the wrong world
I'm tired of knocking wood, not getting in
Your eyes are two deep pools of mud
Maybe I got stuck, maybe I got stuck
Hidden in the pages of my notes
Is a letter that I wrote to you
But never sent
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
Maybe I got stuck
Maybe I got stuck
Maybe I got stuck
Maybe I got stuck
Maybe I got stuck
Maybe I got stuck
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends
That's how the story ends