Going over to susan's house, walking south down baxter. Street -nothing hiding behind this picket fence. There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on the sidewalk.
I see a million old memories each day. That remind me of what used to be. My aching heart tells me they are here to stay. Since you made a memory of me.
You were the heartbreak kind. Out for a one night stand. And me I'd been hurt. And I needed some help to forget. We didn't want any lasting thing. Just someone to hold till the morning came.