Rewritten

Ain't it sad? Just eighteen
You act like a God, spinning my world
Twisting my youth, and making it hurt
So where do I start, with my broken heart

And I'm going straight home
And I'm telling my mum she was always right
Such a shame that we kissed
Such a shame that I missed you so badly that night

Crying in the car, oh what a mess we are
And you say that we've come so far
I saw all the signs, and I learnt all my lines
And you rewrote the script every time
Oh my God! You haven't changed a bit at all
Oh my God, this hasn't changed a thing at all

Funny that, the bridges burned
You still tell my jokes, you still wear my clothes
They're in your room, with the picture that I framed for you
Your eighteenth birthday, you never threw it away

And I ran straight home
And I told my mum you were out of sight
Such a shame that we kissed
I wish missing you didn't feel so right

Cuz now I'm
Crying in the car, oh what a mess we are
And you say that we've come so far
I saw all the signs, and I learnt all my lines
And you rewrote the script every time
Oh my God! You haven't changed a bit at all
Oh my God, this hasn't changed a thing at all

Oh my God, you haven't changed a
Oh my God, this hasn't changed a
Oh my God, I haven't changed a bit at all

Oh my God, I'll never change a bit at all



Credits
Writer(s): Florence Wilkes
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