Chicago Is So Two Years Ago
my heart is on my sleevewear it like a bruise or blackeyemy badge, my witnessthat means that i believedevery single lie you said
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid youand every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in chicagoand i know i should be homeall the colors of the street signs..they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
she took me down and said:"boys like you are overrated. so save your breath."loaded words and loaded friendsare loaded guns to our heads
cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates the pains i went through to avoid youand every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you
but there's a light on in chicagoand i know i should be homeall the colors of the street signs..they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
you want apologiesgirl, you might hold your breathuntil your breathing stops forever, foreverthe only thing you'll getis this curse on your lips:i hope they taste of me forever
but there's a light on in chicagoand i know i should be homeall the colors of the street signs..they remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
with every breath i wish your body will be broken againwith every breath i wish your body would be broken againwith every breath i wish your body will be broken againwith every breath i wish your body would be broken again