I still believe you said everything
you ever said, cause you meant it
and not just because we were sharing a bed
and even though you needed me
its something you'll regret
i believe that we found something good
that day that we met


and i still haven't found a pair of jeans
that fit me right
and i keep seeing these crazy things, to try and take me for a ride
and it still hits me like a bag of bricks
each and every night
when i wake up to find that your not here to my right

so i'm saying a prayer that my feet don't fail
I was digging pebbles out from the palms of my hands
doing push-ups in the middle of two lane streets
from falling over walking with two left feet
yea I