you played the role of superglue when i was falling apart.
i don't know whether to be mad or just completely blow it off like nothing.
but i guess she is your ex girlfriend and in the back of my head that just makes me want to scream.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
that has no effect.
and i'm tired of this distance, and i believe it's overrated. and this phone tag game is endless, the novelty is wearing.
i am going crazy.
i don't know why.
i don't like being sick.
blah.
[you thought i would never catch you. you'd say, "we're only friends," yeah, real good friends, i bet, i bet.]
gotta love taking back sunday
alcohol, my permanent accessory. alcohol, a party-time necessity. alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself. oh alcohol, i still drink to your health.
I want to thank you for our talk holding hands while we walked you made me feel all right.
late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen.
hand me downs and photographs spread across the floor. a broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore.
forget all the mistakes, my love, they won't be made again. leave the photos in the drawer, my love, we no longer need them.
a pair of ticket stubs in her desk, a movie i've never seen. i probably shouldn't ask, it sounds so accusing. she must have forgotten to mention girl's night out.
If you'd be honest and say what you mean,
you know I would promise,
I'd do anything
And the nights are forever, I can't get to sleep
Cause I know there's a reason I'm in this too deep.
a drawer full of nothing, except old birthdays and business cards. and photos that seem like history. a history worth nothing. like a future with no friend.
remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
it's not that i don't trust you, i just know what you've been up to and the dial tone is agreeing with everything i've had in mind.
i love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as i slowly fall apart.
and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie and hope that it will last.
but a distance between you and i killed us graduaLLy. a spoonful of your sarcasm helps the pain go down, but if you wanna mend my heart for awhile, it'll take a phone call from your side of town.
and so i drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories.
I held your hand, and sat there knowing, that we'd make it through.
but i guess she is your ex girlfriend and in the back of my head that just makes me want to scream.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
that has no effect.
and i'm tired of this distance, and i believe it's overrated. and this phone tag game is endless, the novelty is wearing.
i am going crazy.
i don't know why.
i don't like being sick.
blah.
[you thought i would never catch you. you'd say, "we're only friends," yeah, real good friends, i bet, i bet.]
gotta love taking back sunday
alcohol, my permanent accessory. alcohol, a party-time necessity. alchool, alternative to feeling like yourself. oh alcohol, i still drink to your health.
I want to thank you for our talk holding hands while we walked you made me feel all right.
late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen.
hand me downs and photographs spread across the floor. a broken record spins in circles, she can't listen anymore.
forget all the mistakes, my love, they won't be made again. leave the photos in the drawer, my love, we no longer need them.
a pair of ticket stubs in her desk, a movie i've never seen. i probably shouldn't ask, it sounds so accusing. she must have forgotten to mention girl's night out.
If you'd be honest and say what you mean,
you know I would promise,
I'd do anything
And the nights are forever, I can't get to sleep
Cause I know there's a reason I'm in this too deep.
a drawer full of nothing, except old birthdays and business cards. and photos that seem like history. a history worth nothing. like a future with no friend.
remember when you held my hand like you'd never let it go?
it's not that i don't trust you, i just know what you've been up to and the dial tone is agreeing with everything i've had in mind.
i love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as i slowly fall apart.
and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie and hope that it will last.
but a distance between you and i killed us graduaLLy. a spoonful of your sarcasm helps the pain go down, but if you wanna mend my heart for awhile, it'll take a phone call from your side of town.
and so i drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories.
I held your hand, and sat there knowing, that we'd make it through.