Meh, here’s one

Because when the nights are black,
And I don’t have a place to stay
The feelings come back
And the Memories start to play.

Makes me wonder how I got used to us,
Got used to love.

Missing key phrases makes this a tragedy,
Alone at home just like Fitzgerald’s Gatsby.
Street fighter hair
Drops me to the curb.
I might just lay there
‘Cause I can’t hear your words.

Makes me wonder how I got used to us,
Got used to love.

Amy Grammar plays on the radio,
Single hearts in a stagecoach
Looking like the rainbow
Thinking like Othello

Thinking back on all the nights of love
Wishing I could speak to us
Maybe tonight I’ll feel the love

I probably still could
If I never

Got used to us.
Got used to love.


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