Epitaph Teenage Disaster
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[Verse 1]
You're talkin' to a friend, she says that I'm no good
You hate the confrontation but your eyes say that you should
I'm talkin' to a friend, he says that you're no good
I hate the confrontation but your eyes say that I should
[Pre-Chorus]
Get it out, how could you?
You think I won't understand you?
Hold it back, hold it back
Until you crack, until you crack
Wakin' up, bed is cold
I'm on the couch, it's gettin' old
Sick of this, you're drivin' fast
Until you crash, until you crash
Fuck it, I'm done
Why do I try?
[Chorus]
I cut the eyes out of your photographs (Photographs)
'Cause I can't stand the way you look at me (Look at me)
You cut your name into my epitaph (Epitaph)
'Cause you can't stand the way I set you free (Set you free, set you free, set you free)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2]
You're askin' 'bout a girl, you said that she's no good
I'm sick of all your questions, I thought you understood
I'm askin' 'bout a scar, the one from late last night
I'm hopin' for an answer, we're runnin' out of time
You're talkin' to a friend, she says that I'm no good
You hate the confrontation but your eyes say that you should
I'm talkin' to a friend, he says that you're no good
I hate the confrontation but your eyes say that I should
[Pre-Chorus]
Get it out, how could you?
You think I won't understand you?
Hold it back, hold it back
Until you crack, until you crack
Wakin' up, bed is cold
I'm on the couch, it's gettin' old
Sick of this, you're drivin' fast
Until you crash, until you crash
Fuck it, I'm done
Why do I try?
[Chorus]
I cut the eyes out of your photographs (Photographs)
'Cause I can't stand the way you look at me (Look at me)
You cut your name into my epitaph (Epitaph)
'Cause you can't stand the way I set you free (Set you free, set you free, set you free)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh)
[Verse 2]
You're askin' 'bout a girl, you said that she's no good
I'm sick of all your questions, I thought you understood
I'm askin' 'bout a scar, the one from late last night
I'm hopin' for an answer, we're runnin' out of time
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