Lyrics: Garianna Geiselman/Daniel Loupourdidis/Emma Charles
Music: Garianna Geiselman/Daniel Loupourdidis/Emma Charles
All I can do is stare right through you at your James Dean poster
We got it at a yard sale, faded from exposure
You asked me to get married
Doubt you'll wanna when youโre colder
'Cause just last week you were saying that you hate me
And you want it to be over over
It's the end of our November and the trees are turning brown
You drove to California just to make your parents proud
And oh god do I see them in the ways that you turned out
And although we didnโt know it at the moment
We've always had a shelf life, darling
I got caught up in semantics with the answers on the walls
Helped you paint your bedroom and cover up the busted drywall
And we live with plastered smiles
So our friends think nothing's wrong
And although your sister thinks it's cinematic
You're a mediocre actor at best
I've tried
To shape myself into your world
Rewrite
Our story line till it got blurred
Sometimes
I think you like it when I cry
I don't mind
Our shelf life
I've tried
To shape myself into your world
Rewrite
Our story line till it got blurred
Sometimes
I think you like it when I cry
I donโt mind
Our shelf life