time flies by with the broken window sill
years gone by but i think i love you still
i'm not changing i've just grown off the carousel
and best days of them we'll never know
you scrapped your knee just putting on a show
so far intentions we really can't know for sure
oh for sure
because
the sun is rising their hearts are still violent
their minds are not made of bread
winters get colder as we're getting older
but somethings remain unsaid
remain unsaid
the song is quite worthless but searching for a purpose
oh hopelessly out of tune
to never be perfect cause perfect is wordless
i've suffered through quite a few
and search for perfection of modest complexion
i'll abandon it through and through
i'm searching for romance but i certainly know that
i'll never be something new
i'll never be something new because
the sun still rises my heart is still violent
my mind is not made of bread
winters get colder as i'm getting older
but i still leave things unsaid
oh bread
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