Rebouças

there just ain't enough of you to go around...

so if you're asking--and you're not (or at least you haven't yet)--the thing i'd like the most is to forget. cause i can't get you out of my head...

you stayed a week and left a hole in me so deep... my heart still hurts, it beats like lead. i can't eat or sleep. and i'm smoking cigarettes (again) as if they'll bring you back here to me...

your pure heart, wild soul, goofy grin, and open mind left a trail of girls and men behind that night. and i am one of them...

if i could have it all, you'd be here with me right now, but i don't... 

but if i could have it all...