One February Monday...
Adapted from: "Should've Tried Harder", "How You Love Me Now", and "Set Off" by Hey Monday
February 16, 2009.
I was talking to another, but messing with her.
It’s finally clear; I'm blurring the lines
Are you disturbed? Oh, she might care.
Will she race through my red lights?
Can’t understand; she'll slow it down for me.
Save; save it for her.
She's not gonna hear my reasons and “please-let's-go-back-from-the-starts”
We never were right. Won’t waste my breath. I crashed and I'm on my own tonight.
Lights out, she found out my falling star.
Goodbye. The sun rises here; there’s no more me and her.
How can I sleep? How can I breathe?
Should I tell her how I love her now?
She hates when I say how I love her now.
In the dark it's getting hard to breathe. Suffocating, something's wrong. I feel so incomplete.
They stop and stare, and try to drag us down.
Light the fuse, flip the switch, hold your ground.
All their fears, watch 'em all come true.
All their words wrote ever and tell us what to do.
Hit and run; there's nothing left to lose.
Break their hole, slip away forever: me and you
You and me; they wanna break us.
Let's shake it up cause they will never take us.
Let's blind their eyes and wave goodbye; we start the fire.
Set off all the fires, set off the alarms.
I don't care what they say cause they don't who we are.
They can give us all they got but you're all I want.
Something that they deserve more give a little like it's become a chore. I don't demand things and walk myself out the door.
She fell flat on her face too many times; left with nothing but some cheap perfume. Will she cry? Does she need me? Now that perfume's not cheap, but something told me...
She would maybe love to see me try; convince her that I gave her the world.
I tried and tried but I never opened my eyes. I stood tall like I've won some kind of award. But really I've never seen someone so short of a dollar. If I gave her some more, but something told me...
Something that they deserve more give a little bit...
If I wanted to be her only one, if I wanted to see this happen, maybe I, I should've tried harder.
If I thought she would leap into my arms everytime I would see her face, then maybe I should've tried harder.
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This is the worst Monday I've ever experienced... Something had made me lose the trust. Something turned my insanity into profanity.
Hatred.
Profanity.