Thinking about old times
Thinking about the things we said
All the worthless games and lies
I m looking at myself
And the mirror s unkind
You re inside my mind
And you re outside my eyes
And I m looking for something
That s real in my lifesomething trueyeah!
And I m looking for something to hold on to
But I guess it won t be you
Thinking about
Thinking about
Thinking about you all the time
You re on my mind
But this song is not for you
Of all the things I could ve done
I walked right out the door
Left like a loaded gun
Into the street
And these new days drag on
Through the long afternoon
I m smashed and Flintstones are on TV
Repeat
Yeah well sometimes I wake up round midnight
With you wreathed around my skull
Like a halo of lies most of the time
And I m in denial coming down from the ceiling
I was just your stepping stone
You burned out all my feelings
Chorus out

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