Post Prom Disorder - IDA

Some days are heavy and some days are mean

Some days fall somewhere in between

Today i would like to tear you apart at the seams

Taking a plane is the worst kind of day

Holding your breath in the sky

You should never write a letter that high

Speaking my mind is not what i do best

But i have to get this all off my chest

Open this window and hope that these words will fly

But hey what does it matter now

Cause turning back pages is not something time will allow

But wait i never got to say

You were digging into me and then you just got away

So how can you say that i’m wasting time

After all of the years i have spent trying to fill up the hole

That you left sitting there in my heart

And i’m taking it back

And i’m making it mine

I am still trying

Oh ohhhh oh

Some days are heavy and some days are mean

Some days fall somewhere in between, in between