On this lonely stretch of solitude. I'm thinking 'bout the things that I never do. All the promises that I made to you. Well, they're just words, they're only words.
Maybe you can owe me?. Or should we wait and see?. 'Cause I've been saving up for something we need. As long as you open to the possibility, yeah. . Surely, there's a story in counting all the minutes 'til July the 1st.
You look at me. I can see. You through. What you do to me?. . Aching for you to stop. Yearning for all that you've got. . Don't you break on me. I need you to stay.