Red Flags And Long Nights
Sick of trying to find a way insideSick and tired of all the afterSick of trying to find a way to slideEven though it always ends in laughterIt's never hard to tell when things are doneShe looked into my eyes, and a voice said: "RUN"She says that I'm a mess, but it's alrightWhether it's two weeks, two years, or just tonight
You can occupy my every sighYou can rent the space inside my mindAt least until the price becomes too high
I can find a reason that we should quitI can find a reason to do itI can find excuses for all my shitShe tells me just to work right through itShe's pretty, and I like her, but she's too well'Cause I need red flags and long nights, and she can tellIt's not that it's my fault, it's just my styleBeginning with a look and then a smile
You can occupy my every sighYou can rent the space inside my mindAt least until the price becomes too highYou can occupy my every sighYou can rent the space inside my mindAt least until the price becomes too high
She don't need a thing, she don't need saving or a layShe's got all her friends around, and you can hear them say"He's not into you, he's into the idea of.."But little do they know that she's not through
You can occupy my every sighYou can rent the space inside my mindAt least until the price becomes too highYou can occupy my every sighYou can rent the space inside my mindAt least until the price becomes too high