Smells like teen spirit.


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After twelve, not so well. Won't pretend it's too soon to tell what's 'round this bend. No disgrace, about-face. Anything not to have to chase you down again. You know nothing hurts like losing, when ya know it's really gone. Except for the pain of choosing to hold to long. I tried it your way but I got nothing to show. It's been the same and the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway will be the end of the road. For us it's too late. Let the credits start to roll. A lot to say, but not today . Let the radio break the silence as we drive. A kiss goodbye, not this time. I thought maybe we were getting somewhere but we're still nowhere at all. I watched your tail lights fading, I try but it still won't fall. I remember what it feels like, to know love and have it taken away. I can't think of what I learned right now but I'll be thanking you someday. So I guess the driveway will be the end of the road.

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