April May July Songtext
And there’s this other guy
Not like in I loved him
More like me oh my
Should I speak or should I die?
Not to go out on a limb
I’m coming up with my own saying
That friends should never owe each other anything
Why does it feel like I owe everything to him?
April May July
Not like in I loved him
More like me oh my
Should I speak or should I die?
Not to go out on a limb
I’m coming up with my own saying
That friends should never owe each other anything
Why does it feel like I owe everything to him?
April May July
Oh this summer passed me by
Wonder where he’s been
And I hope to catch him when
I’m good to sing
Where we end
We begin
Then there’s you who kept me safe
While I kept you a secret
For all the wrong reasons
I know I’ve lied
Just forget me like a song
Miss me like a stop sign
Don’t want you to play along
But you say that it’s fine
We both know that it’s time
April May July
Hoped that death would pass us by Wonder where you‘ve been
Now December’s here again
I hear you sing
Where we end
We begin
This isn’t heaven, you’re not a saint
I’m just trying to grow out of this place
This isn’t heaven, you’re not a saint
I’m just trying to grow out of this place
April May July
Oh this summer passed me by
Wonder where you’ve been
Now December’s here again
Me and all my friends
Good for nothing
A bunch of has-beens
Are we just the songs we sing?
Or is the silence in between
Where we begin?
Wonder where he’s been
And I hope to catch him when
I’m good to sing
Where we end
We begin
Then there’s you who kept me safe
While I kept you a secret
For all the wrong reasons
I know I’ve lied
Just forget me like a song
Miss me like a stop sign
Don’t want you to play along
But you say that it’s fine
We both know that it’s time
April May July
Hoped that death would pass us by Wonder where you‘ve been
Now December’s here again
I hear you sing
Where we end
We begin
This isn’t heaven, you’re not a saint
I’m just trying to grow out of this place
This isn’t heaven, you’re not a saint
I’m just trying to grow out of this place
April May July
Oh this summer passed me by
Wonder where you’ve been
Now December’s here again
Me and all my friends
Good for nothing
A bunch of has-beens
Are we just the songs we sing?
Or is the silence in between
Where we begin?
