The parking lot concert, one on one.

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First love, tell me. What's going on?? Since the last last goodbye, just before dawn. Streetlights see this all the time, but for us, it's history, since we've grown up lonely. And I'm scared, but brave enough to try the parking lot concert, just you and I. 

It was good. 

Everybody needs somebody. Green may always be bittersweet. No more stuttering. Two hearts fluttering, and for the first time, we're on the same side. 

First love, tell me. What have we done?? Since the parking lot concert, one on one? Wilted, like leaves in the fall. And we touched, but were we ever close? We touched, but were we ever close? 

Everybody needs somebody. Green may always be bittersweet. No more stuttering. Two hearts fluttering. We're on the same side. 

But all we've said are fighting words. How ever, then, could we reach peaceful terms? I won the battle, but I lost the love. 

But it was good. Everybody needs somebody, and so, it seems, that green will always be bittersweet. No more stuttering, two hearts fluttering. 

Everybody loves differently. Was it your fault? Or was it me? 
It's a waste to grow up lonely; that's all I know. 

We're on the same side. 
We're on the same side. 
For the first time... 
We were on the same side.

The Same Side

Super exciting to find myself breaking out of my pop punk genre box with this one. More to come.

Hallways busy, faces empty. I left all stories unread in my labyrinth. Then read someone, and was read then. Temporary temporary... 

But that's the labyrinth. No escaping it, every day of this life. 
It's a labyrinth. No escaping it. Follows us all around. 

Safe and sound? But, no, not so. 
Like Paper Songs, we were torn, passing through revolving doors. 
My friends tell me "Let it go..." but I don't know 
how to, though I see: I can't tread water, or I'll drown. 
Can't tread longer or I'll drown. 

But that's the labyrinth. No escaping it, every day of this life. 
It's a labyrinth. No escaping it. Follows us all around. 

But I choose it. 

cause most of my life I'm trapped up in my own mind. And I can see it isn't worth my life or my time. 

That's the labyrinth. No escaping it, every day of this life. 
It's a labyrinth. No escaping it. Follows us all around. 

because, 
I'm the Labyrinth. No denying it; I'm the key to this door. 
I'm the Labyrinth, and I'm through with it: I've a lot to live for. 

Can't tread water or I'll drown. 
Drowning in the water there beneath the bridge I burn.

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