(Now you) This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove) This ain't a scene, it?s a god damn arms race (Sing out loud) This ain'
he tastes like you only sweeter They say I only think in the form of Crunching numbers in hotel rooms Collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind Gets you out
long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets come to life Fix me in 45 So long live the car-crash hearts Cry on the couch all the poets
cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me Tongues on
once knew And I just want to be a part of this The road outside my house is paved with good intentions Hired a construction crew 'cuz it's hell on the
I wrote a goodbye note In lipstick on your arm When you passed out I couldn't bring myself to call Except to call it quits Best friends Ex-friends till
headaches and sweet avalanche When the pearls in our shells came out to dance You call me a bad tipper of the cradle I?m tired yawns for fawns on hunter
I?m a preacher sweating in the pews For the salvation I?m bringing you I?m a salesman, I?m selling you hooks and plans And myself making demands When
, Setting In A Honeymoon, If I Woke Up Next To You, If I Woke Up Next To You, Collect The Bad Habits, That You Couldn't Bear To Keep, Out Of The Woods
Me and you, setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you, if I woke up next to you Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep Out of the
I'm a stitch away from making it And a scar away from falling apart (apart) Blood cells pixelate and eyes dilate And the full moon pills got me Out on
NOTE: The actual title of the song is "I've Got All This Ringing on My Ears and None on My Fingers". You're a canary, I'm a coal mine 'Cause sorrow is
once knew And I just want to be a part of this The road outside my house is paved with good intentions Hired a construction crew, 'cause it's hell on
and you Setting in a honeymoon If I woke up next to you If I woke up next to you Collect the bad habits That you couldn't bare to keep Out of the woods
tastes like you only sweeter" They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind and get you out
cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raised their babies To stay away from me Tongues on
umbrellas on the inside Give me a sign They say quitters never win We walk the plank on a sinking ship There's a world outside of my front door That gets off on
