sunday evening in the springtime just like this time last year
when you change your tone i wonder if i still belong here
your smile stings when i’m caught in between and don’t disappear
i know the difference between the things that scare me and the things that i fear
but when will you tell me who i am to you?
am i anything to anyone?
when will you tell me who i am to you?
just tell me that you hate my guts
every time i walk away i walk right into where you’re going
but when i want to see you, you’re busy so i wind up smoking
and when you smoke and i say “no, not tonight, not while it’s snowing”
so we don’t talk for months and then you ask me where the wind is blowing
when will you tell me who i am to you?
am i anything to anyone?
when will you tell me who i am to you?
just tell me that you hate my guts
when will you tell me who i am to you?
am i anything to anyone?
when will you tell me who i am to you?
just tell me that you hate my guts
(are we gonna be friends forever?)
sunday evening in the springtime just like this time last year
but this time i won’t say a thing and you won’t say anything either
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