Tell Me All Your Little Wooden Dreams

I can't go downstairs
Cause I would have to tell you what makes you less special to me
And I read your face
It wasn't really hard but it made me feel sorry for us
Or for you

She says that
I don't really care and
I'm just like my brother and
I swore against this

But I guess she's right
And I'm sorry it ends like this
But I did what I felt was right
In time

And you should
Think about dirt when you look back on me
Back on everything
And I know
There's no way to write this off
Without you seeing me as my hate



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Kiser
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