That dirty old t-shirt never looked better
Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather
She? s young, and I? m stung
Through all of the pain and all my denial
The arguments lasted for miles and miles
We went deep, deep into love
It? s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren? t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
The bedroom was burning, sweat on your face
From the golden retrievers that slept? cross our legs
I insisted, you resisted
It? s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren? t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
So don? t try and make things better
Though you? re sweet to try
We got lost
We were too quick to love?
If I? m in the kitchen, don? t call down the hall
Stay in the bedroom cause the back doors ajar
I? ll be missing. I need distance
It? s so wrong. Maybe Heather
We weren? t made to fly
We got lost
We were too quick to love
So don? t try and make things better
Though you? re sweet to try
We got lost
We were too quick to love?
If you were the steam train I was the brakes
If you were Manhattan I? m a cabin up state
Long distance
Long distance
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