Locker Buddies
Lyrics
Sitting on pavement, the hours have gone Seemed like you missed me a lot til you saw The sickening case of a body I've grown
And Illusion that I've learned to love
How silly of me to think that we could hold hands That we could be anything other than friends Or a shoulder to lean on when you need a hand That girl is too good for you, but God, I am glad for her There's a girl in my head with a smile like gold She loves every silver bill she has come to hold I am not there yet, I am third, I am bronze You let me wear your cardigan after you're gone Cold in this parking lot, you're talking about her The way that she gets you, the way that it hurts And me in my tennis shoes, we patiently listen To you elaborating on her as you're Christening me And how silly of me
it's silly of, silly of, maybe it's stupid of me Maybe it's stupid of, stupid of
And nobody listens
Stupid of me to lay my head on your chest Stupid of me to fall asleep in your bed
Someone is listening at night when you dream But no one is listening, no, no one is listening to me And It's stupid of me
No, it's just silly of, silly of
It's stupid of me
No it's just silly of, silly of
And nobody listens
There's a girl in my head with a smile like gold She loves every silver bill she has come to hold I am not there yet
I am not there yet
I am not there yet
Writer(s): Alexandria Maniak, Austin Stawowczyk, Kris Herrmann
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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