Not the Same

One lock with no key' cause I dropped it in the dust on the way home
One lock filled with glue just to bother you
Same sign, it's so simple and sweet to think of you, hmm
The same as me, a funny fantasy

We're not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
And that's what makes me sad

Those shoes could sure use a shine before you woo another guy
Days will wither way before it feels safe to stay, hmm
Spellbound and painfully vain around your neck
Below the stain, between the vertebrae

We're not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
We're not the same
And that's what makes me sad



Credits
Writer(s): Madeline Link
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