Текст песни Short Stories

Oh Eveline I'm so tired of saying the wrong thing While amped up on caffeine Sweaty hand-soaked paper notes Freeform acts and deleted scenes "I think you're beautiful," I said Then the next week you were gone You moved out to another town You're the main character In my short stories There are no happy ends Oh Eveline I'm so tired of saying the wrong thing While amped up on caffeine A furiously scribbled out manuscript New revisions of fucked up dreams "You said, 'You think I'm cool'," she said How do I interpret that? What the hell does that mean? Oh Eveline I'm so tired of saying the wrong thing While amped up on caffeine Oh Eveline