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Don't wander down to the city much these days,
something about Clearviews reminds me of Chelsea,
thought wait another month, thought things would be much different for me,
things should even be different for you,
all of our garbage, has been dumped in my head.

Something is much different these days,
without even having to see them it's the look in your eyes,
not to worry I've been blind for months now,
at least things are different these days.

I guess it's good to hurt people once in a while,
way I act when I'm in love shouldn't be allowed,
something about that name Chelsea that used to just kill me,
something surprising to think that someone used to kill me.

Another something that's different these days,
the urge for any romance has vanished,
never was much of a fighter, now I can't be a lover,
things are very different these days.

I dream I'm in my shoes reliving that night,
convincing myself to just walk you right to your door,
warn myself that I'm ruining a certain part of my heart,
something about losing that feeling just kills me,
I used to hope something might happen, I used to wish....

We would be different than we are these days,
that attraction to your eyes has been misplaced somewhere in your pants,
never was much of an eyes guy until I truly say yours,
yet two nights intoxicated with you have led us to where we are...
these days