Stop The Revolution - Justine, Justine!?! lyrics

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