Will the marker stain the skin?
Stole the dress I saw you in...
Now, nothing comes to mind.
Saw a life as override,
One more session overdrive.
The ceiling is the roof...
Change address and draw a line,
Show my friends the silver lines,
Call my family just to know they’re there!
Sleepin’ in late like I used to,
Crossing my fingers like I used to,
Waiting inside like I used to,
Avoiding big crowds like I used to...
Crawl the field and let you in,
Brand my heart I found you in
To say nothing’s more apart...
Will my lover be there? Stay,
Follow them to less the pain.
The ceiling must be wrong...
Well my head’s gone today;
Sell my past for a way
To sing and have something left to say.
Pray my hands, pray my voice
Give the reason, take away,
Make believe an order, for to stay...
Lighting one up like I used to,
Dancing all alone like I used to,
Giving it up like I used to,
Falling in love like I used to...
Open my heart like I used to,
Making out long like I used to,
Holding hands openly; rights to
Taking what’s mine like I used to!
Like I used to ...
(Like I used to!)
Like I used to ...
(Like I used to!)