First Draft Love Song Lyrics – Teenage Waitress

Those cherry lips
She tasted
Windsor Blue chic
Maladjusted wide-eyed punch bag

I could barely speak
Sour feelings
Wasted words she never cared to read
Half-finished, first draft love song

2003
I tried to write you a love song
Something you could keep
That you and I could sing along to

Well a boy can dream
But it’s still right where I left it
Just a memory
Half-finished, first draft love song

2003
The audience is waiting still
You’re someone else’s star
You were queen for a day, yeah

What became of you, old timer?
Do I dare to dream?
Will I prefer you back on paper in 2003?
You’re someone else

You’re someone else’s star
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Teenage Waitress Lyrics – First Draft Love Song

Teenage Waitress

First Draft Love Song