miss flack, said i still want you back.

you've got your innocent eyes
and i'm cliche'
distanced myself
but now my head's okay

three years and i'll never stop counting
and i wanted what i never had
self-esteem engine gone dry
my head is a cave-mural
you're the keyhole i look through
i can't believe my luck for once
what a catch, donnie
when i said i'd be fine i lied
but now i can say it straight
what a weekend can change
i wanna hold yr hand forever.


oh, is it love?