Youve been
With me
A year to the day
Three hundred
And sixty
Five days watching me decay
We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about plans in tiny bars
In the gaps
Between words
Are the things that really intrigue me.
Its the gasps
And the sighs
That say more about whats inside you
We used to climb aboard our high horse every time
We used to talk about boys with missing spines
Its her life and life worth living.
Its her life
It never struck her to pause for one minute
Its her life
The path
Of excess
Just led to boredom
You live
You life
With your mouth wide open…
Its her life and a life worth living.
Its her life
It never struck her to pause for one minute
Its her life
When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend.
Dont you know how much that hurts?
You could pretend and I wouldnt know
I could be who you wanted in the dark
She goes out
She gets drunk
She gets off
She goes home
She gives in
She goes out
She gets drunk
She gets off
She goes home
She gives in
Its her life and a life worth living
Its her life
I neve struck her to pause for one minute
Its her life
And a life is worth living
We used to talk about girls who play guitars