Fire In The Attic Benchwarmer
i exceeded the expiration date
of this night, of this summer
of my time with you
My so-called friends took me out
To drink, to get laid
And to forget
Except for a headache
Nothing was gained
and except for your face
There was nothing worth to see
Hangover was waiting at my doorstep
But I still wished
You were there instead.
"C'est la vie"
It never meant to you what it meant to me
I was the only second best for you.
To fill the gap
The gap you felt
I was good enough to keep your body warm
Warm in those nights
You could have felt cold
The distance between us
kept us close
(but) the friction between us
Kept us apart
So I'm running in circles
I'm losing my mind
Cheers to you
Wherever you are
I still remember when you stared at me,
With a look on your face which meant
"c'est la vie"
And it never meant to you, what it meant to me
And it never was, what it could have been
