Testo Yep, 27 And Still Writing Pop-punk
Testo Yep, 27 And Still Writing Pop-punk
She stopped and said, "I've taken a lot today."
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her, the depths of her
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
She stopped and said, "I've taken a lot today."
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.
But all I want is this pain
In my head to go away.
I don't ever want to fall, la-lal,
Lal-lal in love again
It breaks my heart knowing you're alive
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart
Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her, the depths of her
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
She stopped and said, "I've taken a lot today."
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.
But all I want is this pain
In my head to go away.
I don't ever want to fall, la-lal,
Lal-lal in love again
It breaks my heart knowing you're alive
Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart
Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.
- I Award You No Points And May God Have Mercy On Your Soul
- Wait, So Umm, You Eat Chicken, Right?
- Oh, I can see what's going on here Thanks for the surprise, but I'll pass I can't believe I let my guard down so fast When making plans only worse When I'm filling up your purse Well you're filling my head with expectations I'm all set I rode aro
- Everybody's In Love With Somebody Who Isn't You
- Yeah, From The Worcester Days
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