one more failed suicide attempt
and i don't think yr trying anywhere hard enough.
it's not like were stood here wishing you were dead,
i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at.
And now yr tearing down the christmas lights
come valentines.
out hostess, she skims the careless,
i know the money's there, i checked her underwear.
hey bodycheck!
another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown
by drunken lovers, put some candles out (put some candles out).
ex dancer, shes tight with bouncers,
she says they got her back, until they get her back
so put some candles out (put some candles out).
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose)
ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose)
if you've got nothing to prove (ive got nothing to lose)
ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons)
for paris afternoons were fake and summer can't come soon enough
(ive got nothing to lose).
one more shattered limb for yr bulletin
there was shouting, then screaming, then poilice in the taxi rank.
it's not like were stood here waiting for the blood,
i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at.
now yr tearing down the christmas lights
come valentines.
like roadkill, we took bad pills,
forgot where our hearts were at (and where the rest was stashed)
the night broke us, yr friends choked us,
passed out on the taxi ride, we barely got inside,
put some candles out (put some candles out).
and i'm ashamed, i'm ashamed, i'm ashamed
if you treat this like a race then yr only going to lose,
put some candles back (put some candles out).
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose)
ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose)
if you've got nothing to prove (ive got nothing to lose)
ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons)
for paris afternoons were fake and summer can't come soon enough
(ive got nothing to lose).
and how it always comes back to a row of cheap flats,
a suicide pact and a heart attck stance that says
"I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I made the best with what we had."
one more failed suicide attempt and i don't think yr trying anywhere hard enough. it's not like were stood here wishing you were dead, i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at.
And now yr tearing down the christmas lights come valentines.
out hostess, she skims the careless, i know the money's there, i checked her underwear. hey bodycheck! another dress to get discarded in dark corners thrown by drunken lovers, put some candles out (put some candles out).
ex dancer, shes tight with bouncers, she says they got her back, until they get her back so put some candles out (put some candles out).
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose) ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose) if you've got nothing to prove (ive got nothing to lose) ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons were fake and summer can't come soon enough (ive got nothing to lose).
one more shattered limb for yr bulletin there was shouting, then screaming, then poilice in the taxi rank. it's not like were stood here waiting for the blood, i just want you to succeed at something you want to succeed at.
now yr tearing down the christmas lights come valentines.
like roadkill, we took bad pills, forgot where our hearts were at (and where the rest was stashed) the night broke us, yr friends choked us, passed out on the taxi ride, we barely got inside, put some candles out (put some candles out).
and i'm ashamed, i'm ashamed, i'm ashamed if you treat this like a race then yr only going to lose, put some candles back (put some candles out).
ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose) ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons ive got nothing to lose (ive got nothing to lose) if you've got nothing to prove (ive got nothing to lose) ive got nothing to lose (for paris afternoons) for paris afternoons were fake and summer can't come soon enough (ive got nothing to lose).
and how it always comes back to a row of cheap flats, a suicide pact and a heart attck stance that says "I tried, I tried, I tried, I tried, I made the best with what we had."