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| Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you | | |
| Never again. I’ll slit my throat with the knife I pulled out of my spine. maybe when you find out that I’m dead, you’ll realize what you did to me. and if my lungs still let me breathe, would you be there for me? if I can make myself believe, I’ll give you back what you took away. no, I won’t let it go. douse myself in gasoline. so don’t save me when you come into the fire. I’d rather die than have to see your smile. you made me swear. I can’t sleep. realize all these things that you took from me. smash my heart into dust. suffocate my mind. tear at me from inside. smash apart what you created. how can I ever stop you from crushing my soul? it was yours to begin with. | | |
| And I wish it was sweeter
The taste of your mouth
Because right now, it hurts too much to be
Closer than this
And with one hard look
I can tell
That you've had enough of these useless sunsets
[Chorus]
This could be a movie
And this could be our final act
We don't need these happy endings
This could be a movie
And this could be our final act
We don't need these happy endings
So tell your father that
That you're mine
And I'll swear we'll run away
And I'll make a plan and save
Everyone from themselves
And put them in the ground
And put them in the ground
[Chorus]
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably in
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
You used to sit so comfortably in
[Chorus]
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably in
Sitting in the car
With the radio
Turned to static
Feeling quite tragic
And with one strategic blow
And you find yourself
Back in the hold
That you used to sit so comfortably, comfortably in
~~By funeral for a friend | | |
| hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses this way's better for
me.
hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses this way's better for
me.
I don't care to live the life I've chosen. anyway, anyway yeah
hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion. don't feel sorry for
me.
hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion. don't feel sorry for
me.
feeling sorry has been my last emotion. anyway, anyway yeah
hey it's alright my life has never been a bed of roses this way's better for
me.
I don't care to live the life I've chosen.
hey it's alright my life has always been a sad emotion. don't feel sorry for
me.
feeling sorry has been my last emotion. anyway, anyway, yeah
here we are.
the sentiment's the same my friends. screw you
the sentiment's the same, it always was.
the sentiment's the same my friends. screw you
the sentiment's the same, it always was.
my life has never been a bed of roses. my life has always been a sad emotion.
don't feel sorry for me.
feeling sorry has been my last emotion. anyway | | |
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