These words to paper pour
Compose apologies
To bring you back to me
What words were written for
One girl whose pages tore
I'll bet you never knew
With a letter came a fool for you
She says she worked it out
This room's not big enough for two
He swears she'd work his words out
If she ever knew
How do I find her
Bearing my heart in hand
Last winter
Anne Arbour
Was all I had
I still wear your heart around my throat
I still wear your heart around my throat
With barely the air not to choke
Never, not ever again
Finally replaced every promise you've taken away
Now that it's over I'm older and colder this way
Finally replaced every promise you've taken away
How do I find her
Bearing my heart in my hand
Last winter
Anne Arbour
Was all I had
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sometimes the iTunes shuffle gets everything right. i miss the get up kids. and all the little high school bands. the bands before they became cool. or faded out of my periphery. remember the bands you used to listen to when you were like twelve that you thought were the coolest but really they weren't? man, that was the best. music today ain't got no soul. or something like that. unless you're one of those people who's just always listened to "cool" music. well, blehhhh. uncool music is the best.