Winter of ’95 Songtext
von New Found Glory
Winter of ’95 Songtext
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I′m funny?
Do you, still think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you, think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I′ve made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don't have
The joke's on you
Well, I don′t understand myself
The joke′s on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you, still think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Do you still think I′m funny?
Do you, think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I've made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don′t have
The joke's on you
Well, I don′t understand myself
The joke's on you
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I've made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don′t have
The joke′s on you
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke′s on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Used to talk on the phone for hours
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I′m funny?
Do you, still think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you, think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I′ve made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don't have
The joke's on you
Well, I don′t understand myself
The joke′s on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Do you remember when we
Used to talk on the phone for hours
Or just kill time by
Counting stars before we went to sleep?
Do you still think I'm funny?
Do you, still think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Do you still think I′m funny?
Do you, think I am
Well, at least to one of us
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I've made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don′t have
The joke's on you
Well, I don′t understand myself
The joke's on you
Sometimes, I get a little out of hand
I've made so many friends and so many plans
A million people, and too much time
That I don′t have
The joke′s on you
Well, I don't understand myself
The joke′s on you
Well, I meant it the whole time
Writer(s): Chad Everett Gilbert, Stephen Lee Klein, Ian R. Grushka, Cyrus William Bolooki, Jordan I. Pundik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
