other men 'cause there were other women. This just isn't love, it's the remorse of a loss of a feeling, Even if I stayed, things just wouldn't be the same. Me
And we will keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto. And as the last threats came and went, and this is the way that wars are played Always
just by questioning, can you imagine if we all started demanding? i can play along to every record, front and back every song, and every word means as much to me as
leave again, there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. i know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much
more word tonight between here and there Well put a distance the size of the ocean so now his heart can beat a skipping rythm As the cadence carries me
that you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singin' to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid
in the building people all went to work, As their rides out of town came they parted ways she said, "Do you know when you're coming back again?" Dig it
it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no
front, we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is so cliche. a new waaay on [x4] so can your pop sensibilities sing me
: The party's over A CD skipping It's the same hook repeating Grows more grating with each passing second... And the walls contain a resonation, laughter
: it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive,
said, "i'm sure you do this all the time...right?" as the morning came and the city woke into the building people all went to work, as their rides out
more word tonight between here and there We'll put a distance the size of the ocean so now this heart can beat a skipping rhythm As the cadence carries me
: (Instrumental)
you don't wanna be so easily forgotten I hate these songs I hate the words That the singer is singing to me I hate this melody I hate this stupid fucking
there were other women. this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling even if i stayed it just wouldn't be the same. me and
to go, so you found someplace, you have nothing to say you start lying What the fuck were you thinking I'm not sorry I'd do it all again. Now with
keepsake when you run from collections. I know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to me hungry, exhausted and
