When you leave you'll forget,
that everything that surrounds you is what I love,
but not yet, cause your cleaning up your mess.
So when you drive, yourself home,
you'll pick Your Favorite Song right off my mix
and I know, that tears run down your dress.
Cause your favorite instrument is what ever I write, with.
Cause your favorite instrument is what ever I write, with.
Cause you and your friends, always love to sing along;
and when I'm dead, this will be Your Favorite Song
and in the end, when you've left and your posing me.
So you'll take, all the things
that remain of us and our broken past
and you will burn them by the swings, by the pool, it wasn't cool.
So you can shave off both the sides, of your head, just to cut me off,
but now your looking just like me,
cause '89 is where I'll be.
Cause your favorite instrument is what ever I write, with.
Cause your favorite instrument is what ever I write, with.
Cause you and your friends, always love to sing along;
and when I'm dead, this will be Your Favorite Song
and in the end, when you've left and your posing me.
Yeah your posing me.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI