: Manage me I'm a mess Turn a page, I'm a book Half unread I wanna be laughed at Laughed with, just because I wanna feel weightless And that should
: (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) (Lost in stereo, lost in stereo) She works for the weekend Mixtape of her favorite bands Turning up the radio Lost
: I fought it for a long time now While drowning in a river of denial I washed up, fixed up, picked up All my broken things 'Cause you left me Police
: Wide awake, my mistake So predictable You were fake, I was great Nothing personal I'm walking Who's laughing now? (Who's laughing, who's laughing
: Oh my God, I'm such a terrible mess. I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed, that I'm a sucker for their gossip, man I take it
: This city, so pretty All the moon-lit skies will be hanging like a cigarette So stunning, start running Tonights like a knife which she cut me with
this just friends I'm happy if your happy with yourself Take off your shirt your shoes Those skinny jeans I bought for you We're diving in there's nothing
: I admit, I miss seeing your face babe, (seeing your face babe) And being alone is starting to take its toll, (toll) I'm cold and it's getting old, (
: 3 p.m on my feet and staggering Through misplaced words and a sinking feeling I got carried away Sick, sick of sleeping on the floor Another night
sweat it It's over now Our time ran out Oh, oh, oh oh oh Oh, oh I took enough But i'm giving it up You didn't have to see thing my way Nothing more
: My ship went down In a sea of sound When I woke up alone I had everything A hand full of moments I wished I could change and a tounge like a nightmare
: Are you having trouble finding sleep at night, Or does your lack of conscience tell you every-thing's alright, I trust your good intentions, that you
: I've got a house in the back of my head But I can't find a permanent resident 'Cause the mark gets down And the area's not so good these days I've
This city, so pretty under moonlit skies We'll be hangin' like a cigarette So stunning, start runnin' Tonight's like a knife Would you cut me with your
Are you having trouble finding sleep at night? Or does your lack of conscience tell you Everything's all right? I trust your good intentions That you
just friends I'm happy if you're happy with yourself Take off your shirt, your shoes Those skinny jeans I bought for you We're diving in, there's nothing
Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess I'm turned on by the tabloids You would never have guessed But I'm sucker for their gossip, man I take it too far
I just got you back and I've lost you We said goodbye a long time ago I didn't want to I just want you to know That it's nothing personal When she tells
