I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
I used to be woebegone and so restless nights
My aching heart would bleed for you to see
Oh but now
I don't find myself bouncing home
I don't find myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes
To make me cry
No more "I love you's"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting outside the word
No more "I love you's"
The language is leaving me
No more "I love you's"
Changes are shifting outside the word
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