Texty: Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. Twins.

You were a friend or maybe a twin
I never really could decide
you came to my door, I was on the floor
I couldn't let you up inside

I didn't mean to let you down
and now I know everything that's good is gone

I couldn't explain when I said you're a pain
I never knew another way
all the times that we saw falling down every hall
the better parts have been erased

I tried to make it happen
I tried to do things right
I swallowed two and thought of you
but never saw your sight

I slept away the summer
I dreamt away the days
but the nightmares came when I woke up
and knew you were away