You won't find me there.
You're looking around book stacks, brick corners, and concrete doors.
You won't find me there.
We're a clear shot from forever, a quick guitar beat from nowhere.
I just don't want to leave you brokenhearted.
I can be your sure shot little lady but you can't call me baby.
Because I'm just not the one.
Friday, May 28, 2010
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