We used to talk in the summer Before we had things to do And in the winter we would talk Before school And I was feeling impeccable Toward everything in my life It's Tuesday, 3 AM, and you write "I wanted to die" You're a mess in public But I still think you're cute And if I could I would take back The things I do I was feeling impeccable Toward everything at the time It's Tuesday, 3 AM, and you write (fuck!) "I wanted to die"
