This bus stop reminds me a little bit
Of “Hot Fuss” and haircuts when were on the scene
Not a dollar in our jeans
Worked all day the wages were minimum
These slim odds and day jobs shattered all our dreams
But I kept a little piece
Paint all on the surface
Opposite inside
Now I can’t call you over
But I’ll be alright
When I get you off my mind
I just sit and pass the time away
Get all caught up on the better days
Then wipe away the feelings from my eyеs
Cause everything’s finе
This cracked screen reminds me a little bit
Of sixteen when nothing was ever as it seemed
We were free to be naive
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Now I can’t call you over