Вершы: Kid Named Chicago. Suburban Teenage Heartbreak.

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Taking notice
Of the quiet subtleties of the next morning.
I'm so sorry if your mourning
But the way you said my name just drove me crazy
Tired of Wednesday
Little questions make me homesick, feeling guilty
And the way I met you
May not have been mistaken for coincidence.

A little quiet
Not so empty with my feeling so obnoxious
Directions given with the cruelest of intentions
As your reaching in
For the moment when my heart it hits the ground
And I stop stalling
With all the ways that I stop thinking
I might have missed
I finally hit the ground

So don't care. (Tired)
So don't care. (I don't)
So don't care. (Tired)
So don't care. (I don't)

And I hope as I light my cigarette
That I'm not mistaken
And this may be the best few months of my life
And this quiet shelter
I surrender
Will die quietly and fade into the night