Paramore "No Friend" lyrics

Translation to:frhu

No Friend

Another brick-red room, another black-top townAnother misspelled band burning their own houses downAnother pine-box tune to fill the cemetery dayAnother stay, a touch of orange over purgatory gray

Another thorny field to scatter fruitless seedAnother song that runs too long, God knows no one needsMore misguided ghosts, more transparent handsTo drop a nickel in our basket and we’ll do our riot dance

Beneath another burning sky, behind our painted lipsIn scares of catatonic smile-covered, ankle-bitten shipsSo throw your pedestal of stone in the forgetful seaAs protection from the paper-thin perfection you project on me

When this repetition ends behind the window shadesA semi-conscious sorrow sleeping in the bed I’ve madeThat most unrestful bed, that most original of sinsAnd you’ll say that’s what I get when I let ambition win again

I’d hate to let you you down, so I’ll let the waters riseAnd drown my dull reflection in the naive expectation in your eyesBack in a cast bit-part, back when I felt most freeI had a butcher’s heart and no one thought they knew me

So before the regiment resumes, before the dreaded sun appearsMy driver’s waiting, so let’s make one point crystal clear:You see a flood-lit form, I see a shirt designI’m no savior of yours and you’re no friend of mine

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