Maybe Someday
Maybe, someday
There'll be a girl just like you
Who makes the sunsets worth watching again
And maybe, that day
I'll tell her just how I feel
And I won't repeat the mistake of telling friends
And I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
So go on and grab your coat
I suppose it goes to show
The afternoon will slowly fall apart
And fade into the blackness
And she'll go forth and break in two my heart
Like a masochistic slapstick
And when you fool me the second time around
Shame on me because I've found
That I've become a sucker
And I'll run home back to mother
And I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
Time drags on forever when you're not there
When you're not I just can't bear
The thought I have when you don't occupy my stare
I get to thinking
That I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
So go on and grab your coat
I suppose it goes to show
That on the winding road
When there's hearts involved
There's a winner and a loser too
But right now it doesn't look to me
That the loser is now you
But maybe someday
You'll lose a little too
There'll be a girl just like you
Who makes the sunsets worth watching again
And maybe, that day
I'll tell her just how I feel
And I won't repeat the mistake of telling friends
And I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
So go on and grab your coat
I suppose it goes to show
The afternoon will slowly fall apart
And fade into the blackness
And she'll go forth and break in two my heart
Like a masochistic slapstick
And when you fool me the second time around
Shame on me because I've found
That I've become a sucker
And I'll run home back to mother
And I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
Time drags on forever when you're not there
When you're not I just can't bear
The thought I have when you don't occupy my stare
I get to thinking
That I bet you told all the boys
That you'd be sending letters
And kept all of their sweaters
And said the days would just get better
And I suppose that acetone
Tastes better down my throat
So go on and grab your coat
I suppose it goes to show
That on the winding road
When there's hearts involved
There's a winner and a loser too
But right now it doesn't look to me
That the loser is now you
But maybe someday
You'll lose a little too
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Writer(s): Joshua Peter De Leon
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