| Where do you go with your broken heart in tow?
What do you do with the left over you?
And how do you know, when to let go?
Where does the good go? Where does the good go?
Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
Look me in the eye and and promise no love's like our love
Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won't happen
It's love that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real,
Happy and healthy, strong and calm. Where does the good go?
Where do you go when you're in love and the world knows?
How do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down?
What do you say it's up for grabs now that you're on the way down?
Where does the good go? Where does the good go?
Look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
Look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
Look me in the eye and and promise no love's like our love
Look me in the heart and unbreak broken, it won't happen
It's love that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be real,
Happy and healthy, strong and calm. Where does the good go?
Tegan and Sara are amazing.
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| So like, I need a new profile pic for Xanga/facebook/myspace/wtfeverelsetheremayeverbe.....
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| God bless the daylight
The sugary smell of springtime
Remembering when you were mine
In a still suburban town
When every Thursday
I'd break those mountain passes
And you'd skip your early classes
And we'd learn how our bodies worked
God damn the black night
With all its foul temptations
I've become what I always hated
When I was with you then
We looked like giants
In the back of my grey subcompact
Fumbling to make contact
As the others slept inside
And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass
From every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer
Then anyone would ever get
Do you remember the JAMC?
And reading aloud from magazines
I don't know about you but I swear on my name they could smell it on me
I've never been too good with secrets
No...
And together there
In a shroud of frost and mountain air
Began to pass
From every pane of weathered glass
And I held you closer...
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