Two Little Words - Kindergarten - Graduation Song | English

I'm running now Further away This early in the morning There's nothing left to say What the hell was going on What the hell did I do wrong I'm picking up the pieces To a puzzle that will lead me to you What can I do Oh I'm bending backwards Only two words (words) Left on my mind Well I'm bending backwards Only two words (words) Left on my mind So I'm running yeah Further away (away) And you know there's nothing in the world That could make me go Back to you someday What the hell was going on What the hell did I do wrong I'm picking up the pieces To a puzzle that will lead me to you And then I'll want to get out Out Oh I'm bending backwards Only two words (words) Left on my mind Well I'm bending backwards Only two words (words) Left on my mind

You were fresh off the boat from Virginia I had a year in New York City under my belt We met in a dream, we were both nineteen I remember where we were standing, I remember how it felt Two little girls growing out of their training bras This little girl breaks furniture, this little girl breaks laws Two girls together, just a little less alone This little girl cried wee wee wee all the way home, home And we were always half crazy, now look at you, baby You make about as much sense as a nursery rhyme And love is a piano, dropped from the four storied window And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time And I don't like your girlfriend, you know I blame her Never seen one of your lovers do you so much harm And I loved you first and you know I would prefer If she didn't empty her syringes into your arm, arm Here comes a little naked me, padding up to the bathroom door To find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor So I guess, I'll just stand here with my back against the wall While you distill your whole life down to a 911 call So now you bring me your bruises So I can 'ooh' and 'aah' at the display Maybe, I'm supposed to make one of my Famous jokes that makes everything okay Or maybe, I'm supposed to be the handsome prince Who rides up and unties your hands Or maybe, I'm supposed to be the furrowed-brow friend Who think she understands Here comes a little naked me, padding up to the bathroom door To find little naked you slumped on the bathroom floor So I guess, I'll just stand here with my back against the wall While you distill your whole life down to a 911 call, call, call, call