July 25, 2007

I woke up at seven
Rode the bus until eleven
Called ex-lovers, and my brother
Hoping someone was awake
Circled around the campus
In a t-shirt and pajamas
As I stared out the window
And my heart began to break
But it's all good,
'Cause I'm no good
And believe me,
You don't need me.
It's a big world,
And I'm old news to you.
I started healing
Soon as I regained the feeling
In my fingers pressed so hard
Against that steel the night before
I wrote another love song
But my heart, it wouldn't sing along
My head agreed, I didn't need
To try and right the wrongs
But it's all good,
'Cause I'm no good
And believe me,
You don't need me.
It's a big world,
And I'm old news to you.
I woke up at seven
Rode the bust until eleven
Called ex-lovers, and my brother,
Hoping someone was awake