hey loser,
would it surprise you if you knew i sometimes still think about you?
i'm pretty sure i still miss you,
and i like to think you regret leaving,
too.
in all the streetlights and the people i see you,
you told me to not stop believin',
so then what went down between us?
who let go of our dream and stopped believing,
i sure don't think it was me.
i still remember what you promised me.
your hand in marriage.
and,
how could i ever forget something like that?
every time i see shadows, i see you dancing
and i dance with you.
do you ever regret leaving or how you broke me?
just yesterday or something,
i blew out sixteen candles and you weren't there for us to roll the dice and run away.
hand in hand. forget streetlights, people and our lives...
we're leaving in an old car.
how did your spark of light turn into the death of night, how did my eyes full of stars turn into wrists with white scars?
i was your small town girl with a city boy.
no one could've asked for more.
if you'd waited,
waited,
waited.
just a few years, we could've ran away together.
you were my forever.
i'm still alone and every night, in all the streetlights, people, living to find emotion, i find you.
oh,
i see you.
i'll sit under the stars, playing my guitar and singing "don't stop believin'" but now it's not as true...
because one of us,
stopped believin'.
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||hey loser, i still miss you|| ~ angel
