Im under false impressions that things will get better
Alone in this dark room apart from sunny weather
You came back home last week and I could see it in your eyes

There was something different or some other guy
And here I sit, still writing songs about you
(Still writing songs about you)


Cause the truth came out in a silver Grand-Am
In a mall parking lot when you told me your plan

Such a waste of money
Such a waste of time
(Time)


I used to believe
That one and one was a plus

Until you messed things up
(I guess I'm not good enough)
I guess I'm not giving up


Cause the truth came out in a silver Grand-Am
In a mall parking lot when you told me your plan

Such a waste of money
Such a waste of time
(Time)


This is my last confession about your lost impression
You turned us to stone before we had a chance to last