專輯：This Ain't A Scene ,
It's An Arms Race
歌曲：G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
I've loved everything
about you that hurts,
So let me see your moves,
Let me see your moves,
Lips pressed close to mine
True Blue, but the prince
of any failing empire
knows that
Everybody wants
Everybody wants to drive
on through the night,
If it's the drive back home
Things aren't
the same anymore,
Some nights it gets
so bad that I almost
pick up the phone
Trade Baby Blues,
for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your
old shirts
And walk through this
house in your shoes
I know it's strange
It's a strange way
of saying that I know
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I've already given up
on myself twice
But the third time
is the charm,
Third time is the charm
Threw caution to the wind,
But I've got a lousy arm,
And I've traced your
shadows on the wall
Now I kiss them whenever
I'm down,
Whenever I'm down
Just kind of figured on
Not figuring myself out
Things aren't
the same anymore,
Some nights it gets
so bad that I almost
pick up the phone
Trade Baby Blues,
for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this
house in your shoes
I know it's strange
It's a strange way
of saying that I know
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
I was born under a bad sign,
But you saved my life
That night on the roof
of your hotel
"Cross my heart
and hope to die,
Splinter from the
headboard in my eye"
Photo-proofed kisses
I remember so well
Trade Baby Blues,
for Wide-Eyed Browns
I sleep with your old shirts
And walk through this
house in your shoes
I know it's strange
It's a strange way
of saying that I know
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
