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Original lyrics by Brand New and put into the form of a letter by me. i have not done this in a while and thought it would be nice to do. If anyone is curious, the original and genius booklet that shipped with Tell All Your Friends (Taking Back Sunday) album gave me the idea to do these. If you have never compared the lyrics in the booklet to the lyrics of the song, then you are missing out.
Dear You:
Whatever poison is in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff. But, it is the genie at the bottom who I’m sucking at because he owes me one last wish. And with this wish i am going to give you a present to remind you that I still exist: I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.I created a plan to drink (and drift) for these forty days and forty nights.I will sip for every second-hand tick and for every time you fed me the line: "you mean so much to me". And now I’m without you.
If your plane were to crash tonight, You would still find some way to disappoint me. Probably by not burning in the wreckage or drowning at the bottom of the sea. "Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." All this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style. It’s 8:45 and the weather is getting better and better by the hour. I hope it rains the entire timeyou are there. If you ever said that you miss me then don’t say you never lied. And I’m still without you.
Go ahead and tell all the English boys that you meet about me,the American boy back in the states that you used to date and who would do absolutely anything you say.
You’re never gonna get it
P.S.: I refuse to write any more about you. After this letter, I am done, you are gone, and you’re never going to get it.
Dear You:
Whatever poison is in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff. But, it is the genie at the bottom who I’m sucking at because he owes me one last wish. And with this wish i am going to give you a present to remind you that I still exist: I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.I created a plan to drink (and drift) for these forty days and forty nights.I will sip for every second-hand tick and for every time you fed me the line: "you mean so much to me". And now I’m without you.
If your plane were to crash tonight, You would still find some way to disappoint me. Probably by not burning in the wreckage or drowning at the bottom of the sea. "Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." All this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style. It’s 8:45 and the weather is getting better and better by the hour. I hope it rains the entire timeyou are there. If you ever said that you miss me then don’t say you never lied. And I’m still without you.
Go ahead and tell all the English boys that you meet about me,the American boy back in the states that you used to date and who would do absolutely anything you say.
You’re never gonna get it
P.S.: I refuse to write any more about you. After this letter, I am done, you are gone, and you’re never going to get it.