Well "Goodmorning, I Love You." was all that you said to me.
Notes on my phone make me see things in clever words, that i'll mumble out in stupid old memories.
Of living middle school drama in high school I could see
If I had creativity, i'd be a bit more noticed.
Like a lock on my door I will sleep alone and not attached to the other side. I can always tell when you lie
It's not that hard.

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year,
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore.

Along came the expressions i've been meaning to admit.
Disguised in Metaphors and Similes a failure to submit to a straight line.
You're losing all your time, just like your girlfriend.
And I'm sorry for not writing things i'd promised you i'd would, but you'll just have to understand i'm just too poor to afford the things I need.
Like stupid guitar strings.

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.

And we seem to think the summer will last until next year,
Well it won't, we'll go to college, not acknowledge any friends anymore.

And though I seem to get along when not reminded of a future or a shitty past,
Or sleeping with my cellphone.