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Frank Iero And The Future Violents – Great Party lyrics
Our hearts need work, I'm scared we’re born to lose
Tired of acting tough when I should've known better
Our words get stuck so we taught ourselves to smile
Yours shines so bright that it makes me shiver
Just when you thought it can't get worse, always it does X2
We ignored the signs, got lost for miles and miles
Know what buttons to push with both middle fingers
I’m out of touch, your ticks are out of time
Couldn't wait to get gone. Yea, you're a real go getter
Just when you thought it can't get worse, always it does
Just when you thought I can't get worse, I'm off my meds
I'm wondering is it me, is it me, that made you feel so sad?
I miss you so much. I miss you sober
I hope you don't mind… X2
I won’t call
Is it me, is it me, that brings you down?
My heart needs work, it does what it wants to do
Keeps falling in love when I should’ve known better
My words get stuck so I taught myself to smile
So sick of us, and I hope I never get better
Tired of acting tough when I should've known better
Our words get stuck so we taught ourselves to smile
Yours shines so bright that it makes me shiver
Just when you thought it can't get worse, always it does X2
We ignored the signs, got lost for miles and miles
Know what buttons to push with both middle fingers
I’m out of touch, your ticks are out of time
Couldn't wait to get gone. Yea, you're a real go getter
Just when you thought it can't get worse, always it does
Just when you thought I can't get worse, I'm off my meds
I'm wondering is it me, is it me, that made you feel so sad?
I miss you so much. I miss you sober
I hope you don't mind… X2
I won’t call
Is it me, is it me, that brings you down?
My heart needs work, it does what it wants to do
Keeps falling in love when I should’ve known better
My words get stuck so I taught myself to smile
So sick of us, and I hope I never get better
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