Here comes the sun

{I'm walking empty streets hoping we might meet. I see your car parked on the road, the light on at your window I know for sure that you're home and I just have to pass on by. So no, of course, we can't be friends.Not while I'm still this obsessed. I guess I always knew the score. This is how our story ends. I smoke your brand of cigarettes and pray that you might give me a call.I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls,hanging around bars at night wishing I had never been born. I give myself to anyone who wants to take me home.So no, of course, we can't be friends.Not while I'm still this obsessed. I guess I always knew the score. This is how our story ends }