paroles de chanson Non-Smoking - tommy oeffling

I, well, I can't help but stall
You don't seem to see at all
I'm into you more than you'd ever be to me
To pay a fee
For a one way ticket back to your hometown
In the smoking section, make your rounds
Well, I'm fed up, I give up
When I talk to you, I flub
I get all flustered, I mustered the courage for no result
I catapult
Myself into a place I took the blame
And everything just stayed the same
I, I'm waiting by your house
Your Dad is freaking out
Won't let you leave and once he does, says "Home by 10"
I'm back at 9 PM
Don't think I'm coming back again
Think we'd be better off as friends
I'd wait a few houses down
And I'd see you coming 'round
I crumble down and fall and take all your beratements
I sit on the pavement
And wish that I had never made it through
And forced myself to approach you
I'll take the pieces, tape them up, and glue them down
For you
For you