Threes Lyrics - Singles - Format

Eliza's in the elevator, finding words that rhyme with sunny 

I think it's funny how she just leaves funny out 

And me, I'm on my way downstairs, 

Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly 

I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about 

How I wish it would rain tonight 

I'd find a good excuse to stay inside 

And watch those props come tumbling through the air 

'Cause it's been the worst year of my life 

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die 

So could you please, could you please, could you please 

Grow out your hair? 

William plays harmonica and guitar 

On the side of the sidewalk 

I'd love to stay and steal his melody 

'Cause he hasn't got a care in the world 

Not an answer to post 

No one cares about his voice 

Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me 

And now I wish I could stab my throat 

Well there goes your wife, your car, your home 

There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own 

And Becca you could come back to my clothes 

The only note I'll hold is the ones you fold 

Could you please, could you please, could you please 

Grow out your hair? 

Grow it dark and long like the winter 

With no split ends, split ends are like friends 

I don't need them 

Well see I've got this friend 

He's friends with a crippled man 

And I know what I came for, I'll let you know 

And it's not too much for you to ask me to grow 

My life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, 

alright 

Well they say all bad things come in threes 

Well the last year has made the last three look so easy 

You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me 

So bandage up your wrists, 

throw away your prescriptions 

And baby come back for me, yeah 

Anita wakes to get ready for a day 

She'll never regret 

Their love is what has kept me on my feet