I promise this won't be another song About being alone but all I feel is regret And I can't find the nerve To pick up the telephone I was thinking about
We are still young But we're trying so hard not to be Fake ID's and lies Let's grow up to be people we hate It's starting to burn hot and it's running
We all have our simple ways of killing ourselves and this is yours Denying it all by covering it up, you were never the best at smiling So stay up all
I can see the smoke stacks in the distance And I know that we're almost there This day has been best at overwhelming me And these thoughts are running
Sometimes the inspiration never comes When all you want is someone to realize your depression When all you want is someone to say that they care The
I always tell myself to be patient But my left hand shakes Against your new couch Control of the situation Fell through my fingers I heard her say "You
Heartbeats that race but feet that drag Your parents split up and I'm left here To feel sorry for you and I'm just not sure If this is how it's supposed
In and out of intersections In a suburb of St. Louis, Misery In the back, back seat of your parent's gold Volvo We waved to passing cars and talked about
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. حق با تو بود.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. تصاویر مربوط به ملبورن.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. اورژانس.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. شما.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. پیامدهای یادگیری چگونه پرواز.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. سحر و جادو در شماره نوزده.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. تاپس از درختان در آتش.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. از کجا پیادهرو پایان.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. زمزمه شب بخیر طولانی.
ترجمه: Lyndsay خاطرات. آرزوی خوب.
