at the window of the white car parked outside and you were tearing me apart
lay your head down over there like a command from the general im not commanding you dear
but you sound so much different
its like three fourths peaches with a reversed chord progression and a reversed train of thought for you
being torn limb from limb am i in the earth with you are dead to all of them
but you sound so much different when you told me it's all over you told me through him
you sound so much different