I drove for what seemed like all night
Just to lock it in a drawer and hide at your bedside
I had Mr. Conley to keep me company
I was so lost when you found me.
Or did I find you?
I can’t remember it clearly
Either way, the mess I made deserved a trophy
'Cause boys and girls fall in and out of love so quickly
All your plans fell through before you had the chance to tell me
While I was so hung up on a ghost that kept me haunting
All the same corridors of one or two or more’s
Now we’ve moved on, all grown up, thirteen years bad luck
Every lie I told, heart I broke, name I didn’t know
The mess in me deserved a trophy
I still have Mr. Conley to keep me company
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