Guarantees Aren't Easy
James Mendenhall / The Prom
Guarantees aren't easy anymore
Oh well, all my friends are different now and have no place to go.
so farwell-
cause here where i lay my head, confusion, quilted bed, makes it easy to say goodbye. but everytime i go i leave a blanket of snow and I know that blanket's cold.
My actions weren't my interntions, it's just the way that it came out.
well, oh well...
the alcohol that talks for me never speaks the words I wanted you to hear.
Here where I lay my head is no longer a bed.
Its just the front seat of a car.
I wish to compose you the perfect melody to send shivers up your spine...