paroles de chanson I Was My Own Favorite TV Show the Summer My TV Broke - Julia Brown

They are coming now
Riding bikes behind my car
And no matter how fast i go
I can't leave them behind
A spider pulled from your hair
A feeling that was never there
I stayed up last night
In fact i never slept at all
And on the drive home
I saw a glowing ball of light
Rising high above my car
And every summer day
I lost you a little more
Taking off my clothes
I am all alone