All Time Low "Thanks to You" paroles

Thanks to You

Thanks to you, I'm moving onChasing out my skeletonsand the troubles they have causedAnd all thanks to youI'm turning over the pages inthis book of revelations about self-medicationBut there's this ringing in my head(who said it was gonna be easy?)As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myselfI'm all strung out, that much is clearAnd I'll spend my whole life-timewith your life-line wrapped around my throatThanks to youAll thanks to you

Thanks to you, I've lost my touchI struggle to find the sense in making senseAnd giving a semblance of a fuck

And thanks to you, for all the nightmaresThere's not a night that I sleep quietand complacent without my medication'Cause there's this ringing in my head(Who said it was gonna be easy?)As the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myselfI'm all strung out, that much is clearAnd I'll spend my whole life-timewith your life-line wrapped around my throatThanks to youAll thanks to you

But there's this ringing in my head,as the ghost of you hangs over my bed

Thanks to you, I'm not myselfI'm all strung out, that much is clearAnd I'll spend my whole life-timewith your life-line wrapped around my throat

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