G.I.N.A.S.F.S.

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