Things aren t the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
You almost pick up the phone
Refrão
Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns
I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house
In your shoes, I know it s strange
It s a strange way of saying that I know I m supposed to love you,
I m supposed to love you
Whoa-oh-oh
~VERSE 2~
I ve already given up on myself twice
Third time is the charm,third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind but I ve got a lousy arm
And I ve traced your shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever I m down, whenever I m down
Figured on not figuring myself out
Things aren t the same anymore
Some nights it gets so bad
I almost pick up the phone
~Chorus~
Born under a bad sign
You saved my life
That night on the roof of your hotel
Cross my heart and hope to die Splinter from the headboard in my eye
Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well
~Chorus~
