ive been waiting for so long, waiting now to hear my favorite
song upon the radio
because nothing here works out for me, she's gone sour and now i cant leave
drank too much and she is my ride home, in the backseat all alone
i said "why do you cover your eyes?"
she said "sometimes, it feels good to cry..."
she said nothing but "only its been awhile."
and i said "sometimes it hurts to smile..."
so close your eyes and smile again, days go by remembering when
sun came out only to save the day, i wonder now what Chris would say?
because nothing here works out for me she's gone sour and now i cant see
worked so hard, only to break things up, we both have had enough