8/25/2007

I’m the kind you hide away
save up for a raining day
then use me ‘til there’s barely
anything left to be said
baby, you could leave me for dead
baby, you could stomp in my head
baby, you could do so many things
and I’d hardly be feeling
anything
men live to get thicker skin
I tried keeping you out
I liked you better in
but then again
you keep on leaving
so why bother being
bothered when you’re not around