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Better Luck Next Time

Carry On

It's 2 AM in bed and thoughts run through her head

Shes never been alone and rarely stayed at home

Shes always out with him; the nights would never end

All alone at school looking like a fool,

where's her boyfriend at; she's nothing without that

What are they gonna say?

You wonder what it's like to be cool

Well no one here will ever lie to you

It's time you carry on from all those games you play

and all those things you've ever said

that brings me back to why I don't wanna go home

Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May

All which led to reasons why I don't wanna go home

She had to get away and just the other day I saw her at a show,

I never thought shed go

She looked so innocent; I knew what this had meant

She grabbed my hand and out the door we ran,

took me to her car and wanted to go far

She really was fucked up

We lay here in this mess of a battlefield of reaching

for endings and misunderstandings

for what we used to call a road that wed walk on back to home

A thought for every shattered memory wed mend with a blank stare in hopes

that wed get there and now regrets have fallen into eyes far away

And you wonder what it's like to be cool

Well no one here will ever lie to you

Cause it's time you carry on from all those games you play

and all those things you've ever said

that brings me back to why I don't wanna go home

Back to all this anguish, back to those simple days in May

All which led to reasons why I don't wanna go home