Yours, Mine, Hours

The room is dark and spinning, and she is laying on your bed
And oh, her mouth tastes like the words that you wish you never even said
But you are emotionless, and she is beautiful
And you are innocent- at least you wish you finally were

You gotta keep your head up, but not too high
Cause you’ll lose sight of what you’ve got
And I have been sleeping in my car in old abandoned parking lots
And I have made friends with the worst type of people
They’re the shells of what we call a man
And I am sorry, my love, that I ruined what we had
I am sorry, my love, that I ruined what we had

And I love the way that you say that I’m boring
I love the way that you say that I’m boring
But your lips look so smooth and I wanna feel ‘em
Gina, please don’t leave me behind, oh

And I wrote all of my songs, for the friends that I’ve made
And the ones that I’ve lost, sleep deep down in their graves
He says, “I miss my brother, but he’s not coming home
And I know that he’s better, so it’s time to grow up”

He says, “Gina I’m lonely, so come over right now
Please come make me feel better, the best way you know how”
He says, “Gina I’m broken, like I was back in school
But the difference is older, and I’m in love with you
I’m in love with you”

But you are my best friend so I will love you till the very, very end
And you are my best friend so I will love you till the very, very end
And you are my best friend so I will love you till the very, very end