Don't you dare forget.
I am all you've ever wanted.
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told.
I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems.
Shelter from cold.
We are never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.
I wish I knew.
I hope this song starts a craze.
The kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are
With whoever they're there with.
This is war.
Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.
Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose,
Don't have the cure for.
Holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.
And keeping quiet is hard.
`Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.
At least pretend you didn't wanna get caught.
We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe (x3)
...in us.
Oh, we're so controversial.
We are entirely smooth.
We admit to the truth.
We are the best at what we do.
And these are the words you wish you wrote down.
This is the way you wish your voice sounds,
Handsome and smart.
Oh, my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.
And it's all from watching TV.
And from speedin' up my breathing.
Wouldn't stop if I could.
Oh, it hurts to be this good.
You're holding on to your grudge.
Oh, it hurts to always have to be
Honest with the one that you love.
Oh, so let it go.
We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe (x3)
...in us.
(whispered) This is intolerable.
This is the grace only we can bestow
This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the bend.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone.
This is the rise and the fall!
We're concentrating on falling apart.
We were contenders, now throwing the fight.
I just wanna believe (x3)
...in us
2005, Gaboo, we were wrong, it did get worse. 2006, we better be ready.
dramaqueendiaries, fuck that.
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