Some people have it and other people don't. You've been making some threats, got my name and address. I'm breaking habits you don't want to know. Although I'm wearing my clothes, feeling cold and exposed Yeah.
Chop, chop. . I've got myself to blame for this. I've tried to compensate for everything I'm not. And every face forgotten. . You felt the sun warming your bed.
You were the only face I'd ever known. I was the light from the lamp on the floor. And only as bright as you wanted me to be. . But I am no gentleman, I can be a prick.
It was a plane ride from LAX to O'hare. And what happened next was a series of unfortunate events. Please stay tuned for what happened next. . Life I breathe for you gives to me new wounds.
I took a step back as the room was filling up. And I was packed against some people. Who were tossing up a strong vibe. Now the door's locked and the shower's on.
Like a cold day in August. I was not prepared for this. You'd think that nobody noticed. The way that you still care about it. . By all the people we'll need to love and hate.
Subjects are thrown around the room. Looking for the ones that got away. A feeling of soft anticipation. Another confrontation I won't make. . But how do we do it.
I've noticed, people, they all have moments. Different, yet all the same. I fumble through every word that is spoken. And I barely knew your name. . I'm tongue-tied, it runs through my blood and my insides.
Ah, ah, I've got that lefty curse. Where everything I do is flipped. And awkwardly reversed. You're seldom known and barely missed. . I always put myself in destructive situations.
If you're under the impression I'm alright. I guess you never noticed, I guess you might have known. I've been holding this together for so long. But I guess you might have noticed, well, I guess you.
Homecoming, I'm coming, my sweet mistake. Summer's over, hope it's not too late. I'm pacing, impatient, up in my head. Taken back to the sidewalk where we met.
(ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah). (ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah). . Ive got that lefty curse. Where everything I do is flipped. And awkwardly reversed. Youre seldom known and barely missed.
I've noticed, people, they all have motives. Different, yet all the same. I fumble through every word that is spoken. And I barely knew your name. . I'm tongue-tied, it runs through my blood and my insides.