well there's no more time to make another scrapbook
another diary of thoughts, reflection of good times
i take the midnight bus home, keep trying to forget you
i sit in the back, fall asleep to heartattck and vine
a friend once told me to hold onto you
and never let you go
and i didn't think i'd ever let you go
but now im not so sure
if i ever really did
if i ever really held onto you at all
this has happened before, and ill get over it
just another story, the same as the rest of them
you're the same tragedy as the others before, the one who got away
grasp at your wrist, but i could not hold on
i'm freezing and bruised, black and i'm blue
but i guess i'm better off without the soap opera
that i left behind, when i left you behind
so thanks for the company, thanks for the drama
a friend once told me to hold onto you
and never let you go
and i didn't think i'd ever let you go
but now im not so sure
if i ever really did
if i ever really held onto you at all
this has happened before to me, but it's alright
i knew it would be like this - not without a fight
if i ever said you were too good to be true
thanks for your time
thanks for proving me wrong
