song by Claire Cottrill
Album: metal heart
Lyrics:
Meet me a thousand years ago
A message written on your face, you watch the boys
Play soccer after school
And you swear they all look like tools
But I guess it's over now
You're not here and I'm not around
We'd watch tv and see the people 'cross the street
We like the time
Even though we're both hiding frowns
In seventh grade
Seventh grade
Seventh grade
I'll never kiss him
You already told me, the story
What was it like?
To be a lie
To be a lie
To be a lie
To be a lie
To be a lie
K-I-S-S, I-N-G
Sitting in the tree
Do you want me, like I do?
Like I do?
Like I do?
