Holiday, and I come home.
I hope to see this boy I know,
I can't wait for us to be alone.
Flippin' through the radio,
We sing along to the indie show.
The songs they play mean more than I can say.
And the tape I made you,
Hope you think of me when it plays through,
Feel kind of sad now that it's done.
And you think my time's for free,
In all the ways you say to me
Sweet versions of "Let's wait and see..."
But you're always a golden boy
And I'm the girl that you enjoy.
My parents say: "Isn't he a gifted son?"
And time is always passing by,
Still I have to wonder why
You can't come and tell me I'm the one.
Summer goes and we have grown.
We have our friends, live on our own.
Still, I'm not the girl you want me to be.
Say gravity can bend the time.
Funny, I always liked your mind
But this whole thing is crushing me.
But you're always a golden boy
In this girl's heart that you destroyed.
You smile at me and then you have your fun.
And time is always passing by,
Still I give you another try,
And hope that you will see that I'm the one.
You say you're scared to get too close.
Come, let's see how it goes.
I see him now, at the show, 7th in the 7th row.
And now you look at me
And see what I've known for so long.
It's sad that you could be so lovely, and so wrong.
Came to say, that I've moved.
I see your face, you don't approve.
Guess you could say that I'm already gone.
But you'll always be my golden boy
I'm the summer girl that you enjoyed.
Some melodies are best left undone.
I feel the time pass away,
But in my songs you'll aways stay.
I don't need you to tell me I'm the one.
I don't need you to tell me I'm the one.
You'll never know that I was the one...
Compositor: Publicado em 2007ECAD verificado fonograma #2006775 em 08/Mai/2024 com dados da UBEMOuça estações relacionadas a Vanessa Carlton no Vagalume.FM