All my friends in magazines Got addicted to the word a?leave' And they all wrote songs that they believe Little lies and massive dreams And they
Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that Used to be one of the rotten ones
it's a shoreline it's high speed its a cruel world and it's time and you want to get away oh where to go to when you want to get it out oh how to get
(Put the little kids in the corner with their face and their eyes in the corner) My favorite band, is a witch. Find themselves in poet corners, and
From the love you made Even heaven gets rough Ghosts were meant for bleeding Ghosts were meant for bleeding When you see your wall And you have it all Broken
With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do all the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you write all
I'm collecting your letters and putting them in a place that you dont know and these winter words are the next big things we'll put on a show so if
You're like a missile kind Little kingdoms in your chest I told you we'd make it, on for another I told you we'd make it, on for all night (Put on all
With the pressure kids And the master fade Take the temperature Well please don't scratch me out We will close at five Guess we both can wait I built
Trouble, my trouble, it's death Sounds like disease with regret A vacuum's heart or out bits Delicate seizures and all the rest Trouble, my trouble,
"Are you gonna play along?" "Yeah" "Are you gonna play along?" [louder] "Yeah" [mumbled, multiple voices]"1,2,3,4" [Instrumental]
You've got timing, you've got balls, you've got flares You've got workman's comp, it's coming in this year Oh, how'd you do it? How'd you kill the lucky
Until the day you die, you'll always admit That you were right, you were right About all those things Fire eyed boy, give em all the slip Fire eyed
Well, if you think about it Then you're a fool, yeah It's just a size and the mind that won't give you up And if I think about it Well am I cool yet
Vocal-strumental
well if you love what you are then you must try to solve all the things you can leave through the minds and retrieve they say size doesn't count but
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea, On the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating, Now boy was sliding up the hallway, He merged
I think it's almost time
