(Chad Kroeger, Michael Kroeger, Ryan Peake, Ryan Vikedal - (Nickelback)). (c) 2003. . Theres clothes all over the floor. Don't remember them being here before.
They usually come around about 10 o'clock. You can hear them. You can tell them by the way they knock. Somebody said the other one had a badge. Who told ya' Who told ya.
Feeling fine.. Let's rip out yours instead of mine.. And all you need. Are several ways to watch me bleed.. . Well, thanks for stopping this beating in my chest..
Feeling fine.. Let's rip out yours instead of mine.. And all you need. Are several ways to watch me bleed.. . Well, thanks for stopping this beating in my chest..
Forever's a lonely time and the dogs aren't always. Aren't always on my mind. 'Cause I didn't free them. The scenery is burning me 'cause I'm still in it.
I paid my last respects this mornin' on an early grave. Already said goodbye, nothin' left to say. A tiny church a tiny town and not a tear was spent.
Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines. First on the bad list, and you're last on mine. Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due. Walking down the aisle, still straining you.
I was wrong to think that I could ever trust in you. I was wrong to think that you might want to trust me, too. . Here I am, here I am. Here I stand. Here I am, here I am, here I am, here I stand.
Father's hands are lined with dirt. From long days in the field. Mother's hands are serving meals. In a cafe on Main Street. With mouths to feed. Just trying to keep clothing on our backs.
Children all have saviors. Children don't care who saves us. Round the corner, round the bend. Fingernails torn to the end. Bring back, bring back. Bring back, bring back on me.
Baby's born on a bathroom floor. Her mother prays that it'll never cry. But nothing's wrong, you've got your prom dress on. When they ask you'll say 'it isn't mine'.
I reside in 209, you're in 208. You moved in last Friday night. And I just couldn't wait. So I tried to call across the hall to ask you out someday. But a lineup formed outside your door.
Well I start just broke. Of a line in your tasteless joke. What's up with that hutch you've stolen. Don't worry â??cause it's not broken, it's just swollen.
There's clothes all over the floor. Don't remember them being here before. Smell of perfume is in here, why's lipstick on the mirror. And still I don't understand.
Uncle Sam taught him to shoot. Maybe a little too well. Finger on the trigger, loaded bullet. He hit the stage so full of rage. And let the whole world know it.
Take away from me. That what you just gave. Nothing left to heal. Nothing left to save. Given half a chance. Given what we've spent. I will not repay.
Crowds that scream at superstars. Where bouncers show their battle scars. I've been the first to sign on every wall. Down the road and round the bend.
Crafty friends where'd they all go. Try and find but no one ever knows. You fall down makes you want to stay. Who the hell would want to anyway. Well I'm leaving.
And some say. Why you follow something so long. So I asked him. And he convinced me before long. Now its over. And I've seen him, don't come back anymore.
She's old enough. She knows enough. She's thrown up. So throw her. Out to me. And I'll treat her like she was mine. My belief. You got your way and I'll get mine.