How do you talk about these kinds of things...
Like hating each other, exchanging wedding rings?
I don?t wanna? know that you?re gonna? change
...and it?s all your fault I?m searching for lies!
I?m just a kindred soul oh from ?75
With these failing lungs, I?m still barely alive
We?re giving up hope with our broken hearts
We?re pa**ing out fakes like we were built for it
Accept my ideas please accept my ideas
We?ll never even have to think twice. No we?ll never have to think
You?re in (then) out of this. And I just can?t defend my points of view
How do you feel about our s**less art?
Nonabrasive bipolar thoughts, help keep us in line
I don?t wanna? know that I?m gonna? change
And it?s all my fault for living online!
I?m a ba*tard soul, born in ?84
Happy lonely then happy again, what the hell is it for?
We've gotta think of something to help avoid careers:
Pretend to be younger, stay true with magazines
We've gotta go somewhere, find out it?s nice and slow
(then) pretend to be alive now
The times we spent were true; these words weren?t meant for you
Maybe I?m thinking of branching out and finding something not cliche OK? OKAY! I?m not tired; I?m not scared of losing you