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He speaks at a million miles an hour
Mirroring the freeway in my mind
He runs like the sun in the Winter
Following the rain
He loves like his brother
But hits like his father
He revels in all her pain
He's not coming around soon

He paints her a blue sky
And goes back and turns it to rain
A living chess game
Maybe it was her and her blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it was him and his sick need to give love
Then take it away
He was an expert at sorry
And keeping lines blurry

Flashback to forcing laughter and faking smiles
With walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
All vanished when she saw him there
The playful conversation started
Countered all his quick remarks
Blushing all the way home
Her friends accused her of losing her mind
But she swore she was fine
Never thought it'd end up like this
Never thought we'd end up like this

Last weekend
Lights glinted through the trees
As she stood there with no one to impress
He came by later
And said I'm sorry I didn't make it
And she said I'm sorry too

He doesn't give a shit about you
And he would let you run away
So just run away...

He doesn't give a fucking shit about you
He would let you run away
So just run away...