Coming to terms (Again . . .still . . .always . . .)




Sometimes she takes a little longer getting ready
To pretend there’s someone to show
Did she ever find love
Or did this town have enough
I kinda bet, she’ll never let you know
But I can tell from the caked on powdered makeup
Covering wrinkles from smoking away tears
She wants it either way
And I  want so bad to say

Love yourself for once my dear

She said…

I bet she’s coming to terms with a ghost
Learning to deal
Gonna take just what scares her the most
Turn it into something real




♪ Butch Walker ♫


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