翻訳: リバーシティーハイ. ミースローダウンすることはできません.
翻訳: リバーシティーハイ. こんにちは、11月.
翻訳: リバーシティーハイ. 私はあなたにそれを埋め合わせ.
You're shifting gears again You're changing lanes I'm looking for street names But they're all the same We're headed for dead ends And one way streets
Belle said we'll get up around 9 I just need a little time Belle said we could do anything In our own mind I was thinking that talk is cheap From girls
There's something to be said for. This attempt to get you to relate to me more. If there's a time and a place to cry. Franklin at 2 seems just about
When did everything go so sour? When did the thought of your face put a sick taste in my mouth? I've seen this one before. I know how it ends and i can
Tell me why I try. Show me who I've moved. I'm penning thoughts that speak to empty rooms. It's easy to forget. The things I feel which are important
A friend called me up today I was waiting by the phone He said, "By the way, there's a show...you should go." They'll pick me up around 8 Should I wear
One moment I forget Who I was before we met Seems a difficult thing for me My selective memory All of my friends tell me Whatever will be will be One
Everyone's got problems. Everyone thinks today will be the day to break them. There's never time to decide if you're gonna sleep at night. If everything
You tell me you don't feel like you remember You say you look like May but you feel like December Why don't we make plans for August again Why do we
Too fast to get hurt But if I did I can make tracks Today I woke up 3000 miles away Nostalgia kicked me in the face And we talked it out in my head
[Chorus] isn't it funny how time slips away? You started to forget about me one year ago today. I still held on, I hoped it could be there. I had the
Waiting for you To see what I see You're on your knees You look down on everybody How's your view Can you see me too Do I look the same Now that you
Everything falls apart it doesn't seem right. I take it personally and out of spite. To be born is to also have an end. Unless you take the great times
You're night alone You're not as far as you might Far from home It still feels like a runaround You're coming You're going You're coming You're not sure
Taking advice from a 4 a.m. delirium just ain't right. All the problems of a Monday night become Friday's dream. As Friday's always gleam. As out of
