when amber cries i cry


I don’t even know you. You don't know anything about me. You can’t just waltz in here after all this time and act like everything is fine. And, just, like buy us a burger and, like, give me a crappy guitar, and everything’s just gonna be fine again. You know, and I guess it works. I guess it works on everybody but me. I guess I’m the only person that, you know, has a problem with it.