You were a pain girl, a thorn in my side
Drove me insane girl, a white-knuckle ride
So why do I go lookin' through old photographs
And chase you down the hallways of our checkered past
Hold on for dear life and keep the fire fed
I oughta let go but instead
It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
To see if it still hurts
Right now that's all I've got left of you
Everybody knows that just makes it worse
But still I do
I could start a new life, I could move on
I could do a drive by, and see if you're home
Now there's a fine, fine line between a memory
And something any shrink would call an injury
But it's not over long as you're still hurtin' me
And as I turn onto your street
would
worse
world
white
those
thorn
thing
taste
ground
alone
light
something
anybody
hallways
ghost
photographs
checkered
could
about
between
through
oughta
check
bruise
drove
bitter
chase
alike
broken
everybody
drive
memories
burns
memory
curse
hurts
glory
injury
still
insane
instead
keeps
knows
right
knuckle
makes
halls
nurse
drunk
pressing
heart
phone
start
shrink
street
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