We used to talk in the summer
Before we had things to do
And in the winter we would talk
Before school
And I was feeling impeccable
Toward everything in my life
It's Tuesday, 3 AM, and you write
"I wanted to die"
You're a mess in public
But I still think you're cute
And if I could I would take back
The things I do
I was feeling impeccable
Toward everything at the time
It's Tuesday, 3 AM, and you write (fuck!)
"I wanted to die"
