Besedila: Count The Stars. Left In July.

I can't stop to linger, I can't control my fingers
And everyday is like one step closer and I can't explain
Right now I think I'm about, to waste
A day without a clue
And wait around while you think of shit to say
I want to know what she does to me
Why every other words a hypocrisy
Figure this one out it'll all make sense cause I
was left in July
There it goes, my innocence to whoever will rise above the rest
There it goes, my innocence to whoever will rise above you
Don't tell me - everything you want is so far away
With everything you have is so tucked away

Pieces of my life are lost and gone again
Stupid little notes and three page rhymes
I'm short of breath and over dressed and I
Never heard you take it in when I try....
Maybe things will change, because maybe I will try...