It seems like every single day, I hear all of
my friends say, "you just too damn crazy".
And it seems like every dawn that breaks, I
reflect on what it takes, sometimes I just
can't see past this.
We got our love, but I don't know what to do
with it. We got our love, but I don't know
what to do with it.
It seems like every single time, when I hear
that Patsy Cline, I think of when we were
younger. Now I see people and their lies,
through frosted glass and swollen eyes,
can't you just get over yourself and call.
We got our love, but I don't know what to do
with it. We got our love, but I don't know
what to do with it.
I never want to be like that...
