Somebody new
Will hold you tonight
Somebody new
Somebody will kiss you tonight
And tomorrow (and tomorrow)
They'll walk you down the aisle
(Don't walk that aisle)
I bleed myself through these pages
I bleed myself through these poems
Each one that I wrote about you
Back when I
Back when I used to explain myself
Way better than I do know
Because the world became so complex
And I'm still growing up
Why you cut your hair the way I like it?
