Quit
If you're through with it
You are gonna make me sick
Sitting there with your hands in your hair
Quit
If you're through with it
You are gonna make me sick
No one cares who you carried to get here
Quit
In a quiet murmur of spit
Cash it in with a whisper of wit
Haven't seen them
Loving your commitment
The show of a man who feigns
A love that I love Now I said it
So by the time you come to
We'll know just what to do
We'll be singing and dancing
For the death of romancing
Yeah i have finally found her
Yeah show me wher it hurts
Quit
Here's your punishment
You had the best you will ever see
You wasted it and Now she sees the good in me
Quit
We could talk for hours and hours about you
But we don't.
What good could that possibly do
So by the time you come to
She finally forgot you
We'll be singing and dancing
Our rebirth of romancing
Yeah she has finally found me
Yeah i'll show you where it hurs
You won't hear me breathe
I sleep so soundly hear me
Stepping over heads to get ahead
At that rate you will surely get your due
But you'll have to wait around until you are dead.
You won't hear us breathe we sleep so soundly
Your lost love and me
We're not listening
(So how does that feel now
Cut the power to the amplifier
Cut the cord to the generator
Break every living mirror in your ever-elevator
on paper you hate her but to her face you're a savior.)
Put my headphones on and you'll all be gone.
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