Color me pathetic, call me what you will Making sense of static just to pay the bills Another Friday night under hot spot lights It's over, it's over
are If you knew what was good for you. You'll take your last picture You'll make your last mistake You'll take your last picture You'll make your list
Communications breaking down between us I severed ties with self control The other line is placed on hold And I'm left hanging on To distorted thoughts
Wake me up from this deep sleep Cause I'm halfway across the country now And it's finally sinking in what you always seemed to talk about Sunsets come
It's in the way you Take the words coming out of my mouth And twist them all around just to make it sound Like I hate you now For every single indiscretion
thank your lucky stars And be glad to be where you are The world is only waiting on you Now at the point where you need to make a choice About who you
