Paris

Apparently
I'm an open book
So take a look
Tell me what is wrong with me
How many times
Do you think I'll apologize
For my choices
I find it so hard to change
So I'm stuck run-running in place
And I meant to write a song about Paris
About the fallen leaves on the garden porch
But instead I'm sitting around crying
Watching another month fly by
Feeling all the empty holes of all the
Lives I could be living
Everyone says
I look so happy in those pictures we took
But for every step you take
I have to take three
And I might be at a tipping point
Cause I can't just keep
Spending all of my time
Catching up
Well instead of sitting around crying
I gotta make a change
And stop using metaphors
To make me feel bad
"It's almost like you want to feel bad"
Yeah, I think I might

Well I meant to write a song about Paris



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Long, Sydney Landis, William Gibbons
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