We won't be speaking until the weekend
I know you're sorry and that's for sure
You put your worst foot forward
Now I'm too old to care for making new friends
You won't be seeing a whole lot of me and
From this point on I'm just a ghost
Haunting the bars you favor most
And your friends will think that you're a crazy old fool
And I don't really know
What I'm doing here
But I know what you've been doing and I never wanna see you again
I watched you sleep in the bed you've been keeping
At your home away from home
The place looks nice you sure have grown
Into something like an adult or so it might seem
I've got a feeling that you'll still be reeling
When you wake up with my name on your lips
The ones I surely used to kiss
But now you sleep alone and I can see this.
Perfectly encapsulates the teenage experience. Finding this album while still young and in high school was the best decision I've made in quite awhile. charlesjr