silver
David Cook - 《analog heart》
When writing you're history
I will always be a footnote
A warning sign of mistakes made
The kind that you learn from
This song is the best of me
Taking pills for solemn motive
A better side of me an open mind
The kind that you burn from
So take this small confession as my price to pay
I've never been the kind to let go
But before you up and walk away
I'm miserable without you you know
Second place has never carried me home
Second place has never carried me home
This song is so out of key
I'm trying harder just to even
A warning sign of regression
The kind you never learn from
Meant to show you a little more than
A better history an open sky
The kind you always burn from
So take this small confession as my price to pay
I've never been the kind to let go
But before you up and walk away
I'm miserable without you you know
Second place has never carried me home
Second place has never carried me (home home home home)
It never carried me (home home home home)