Låttexter: You, Me, And Everyone We Know. So Young, So Insane. A Symptom.
It?s a compulsion really out of my hands
To tell you all about you making all the wrong hands
But I grind my teeth, and I?ll pick this scar
Anything to make it through a night at the bar
Leave me with flat teeth, with fresh wounds, another nervous tick
Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity while I get sick
Bleed me out like an open sore
Say its me that makes you a whore
Go ahead blame the moon and sun, then deny me
Because that?s what makes this fun.
Your just a symptom
Your just a symptom
Your just, your just a symptom
Your just a symptom, your just
Your just a symptom
just a symptom
Bleed me out like an open sore
Say its me that makes you a whore
Go ahead blame the moon and sun, then deny me
Because that?s what makes this fun
(Thanks to hannah for these lyrics)
You, Me, And Everyone We K
So Young, So Insane
You, Me, And Everyone We K
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