Last Chance To Lose Your Keys
I cashed in all my chips tonight,
and combed my hair till it was just right.
Cause I've been thinking about you and me girl,
and we got something going on.
You told me you can't wait to see me
and then you didn't bother to even show up.
This whole situation is incredibly typical,
I should have seen it all along.
It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night,
with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.
You call me on the phone,
and you don't even want to talk.
You're staring at me from across the room
then turn your back when I walk up.
We got inches away,
and I never even got close.
So leave your lipstick at home.
Don't pick up the phone.
Don't bother to look in my direction.
I should have seen it all along.
It's girls like you that make me think I'm better off...
Home on a Saturday night,
with all my doors locked up tight.
I won't be thinking about you baby.
Forget everything you think you know about me.
This isn't highschool,
this isn't highschool,
this isn't highschool,
this isn't highschool,
this isn't highschool...
Jude Law And A Semester Abroad
Whatever poisons in this bottle
will leave me broken, sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at,
he owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips
But I got a plan, (I got a plan)
to drink for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick,
and every time you fed the line,
�You mean so much to me.�
I'm without you.
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date,
who would do anything you say.
And even if her plane crashes tonight,
she'll find some way to disappoint me,
by not burning in the wreckage,
or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
Jess, I still taste you, and thus reserve my right to hate you.
And all this empty space that you create
does nothing for my flawless sense of style.
It's 8:45 (it's 8:45), the weather is getting better by the hour. (rains all the time)
I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you.
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date,
who would do anything you say,
who would do anything you say .
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it.
Okay no more songs about you.
After this one I am done.
You're gone.
Tell all the English boys you meet
about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date,
who would do anything you say.
Logan To Government Center
Consider this a letter that I never sent,
however inconsiderate it seems.
Do you still consider me,
consider me the boy you laughed with,
or that you learned to live without?... I suck,
I know I'm late,
I know you waited.
You wouldn't get me on the phone,
and you couldn't make me not alone.
My phone bills stacked up by my bedside,
with your picture, you're looking surprised.
You're what makes New England so great.
My island nights are all spent dying.
Wait for summer to become wrought with lips,
my wishful thinking.
You wouldn't get me on the phone,
and you couldn't make me not alone.
(Yeah we can be)
Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt.
(Yeah we can be)
I'm a national phenomenon.
(You wouldn't get me on the phone)
Nothing's absolutely definate til it's absolutely, definately gone.
I never thought this day would end. (never thought this day would end)
I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me. (close to me)
So let my hands stray past the boundaries of your back
to get you breathing, (get you breathing)
and get this started. (get this started)
Yeah we can be, yeah we can be.
You wouldn't get me on the phone.
(Yeah we can be)
Yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt.
(Yeah we can be)
I'm a national phenomenon.
(You couldn't make me not alone)
Nothing's absolutely definate til it's gone.
The No Seatbelt Song
So, it's sad that doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful,
or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skin cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised,
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful,
or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate?
Perfect eyes will have perfect aim.
If I can choose, it's only you.
�We're wrecking� and I'm dry like a drum... when you scream
So fine I'll leave... we're spent,
we've got time and trials...
measured in miles... we slave for days (and weeks).
It's only you, beautiful,
or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose. It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate?
Perfect lies from a perfect dame.
If I can choose... it's only you.
Seventy Times 7
Back in school they never taught us
what we needed to know
Like how to deal with despair
of someone breaking your heart
For twelve years I've held it all together
but a night like this is begging to pull me apart
I played it quiet left you deep in conversation
I felt uncool and hung out around the kitchen
I remember I kept thinking
that I know you never would
And now I know I want to kill you
like only a best friend could
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
As if it happening wasn't enough
I got to go and write a song
just to remind myself how bad it sucked
Ignore the sun, covers over my head
Wrote a message on my pillow that says
"Jesse, stay asleep in bed"
Don't apologize (I hope you choke and die)
Search your cell for something which to hang yourself
They say you need to pray
if you want to go to heaven
But they don't tell you what to say
when your whole life has gone to hell
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
Everyone's caught on to...
(and I can't let you let me down again)
So is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
and again when your head goes through the windshield
Is that what you call tact?
You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back
So let's end this call and end this conversation
And is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause you left the frays from the ties you severed
when you say "best friends" means friends forever
Is that what you call a getaway?
Tell me what you got away with
Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish
I've seen more guts in eleven-year-old kids
Have another drink and drive yourself home
I hope there's ice on all the roads
And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt
then when your head goes through the windshield
(I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to...
(I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to everything you do
(and I can't let you let me down again)
Everyone's caught on to...
Secondary
And it comes down to you
Never and ever, wrecked his day
Looks and flirts and midnight in your shortest skirt
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed
Thank you for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong
Stop these looks and letters
This isn't for the better,
you've stripped me down
It's for the worse
You're not my girl
(can't recall, I can't recall all the times)
I can't recall all the times
that she talked down to you
Letter's come again
Stop the circulation
to my legs and break my bones
Dateless and late
I'm better by myself at home
Past the point of trying and I'm dying here
Secondary laughs at every word
I know came out completely wrong
Stop these looks and letters
This isn't for the better,
you've stripped me down
It's for the worse
You're not my girl
(can't recall, I can't recall all the times)
I can't recall all the times
that she talked down to you
Letter's come again
And it's my last semester
And brothers always come first
It's my last semester (it's my last semester)
At least until next winter (at least until next winter)
But I'm sure that I'll be over this by then
Better scenes... I wish you'd seen me
Better off if I just let it be
Better pretend it don't matter
Better off if I could have her
Better days since the day I met her
I'd better hope she got my letters
Better off in two year stretches
Tautou
I'm sinking like a stone in the sea.
I'm burning like a bridge for your body.
Sic Transit Gloria... Glory Fades
Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it.
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "the show me around."
Quickens your heartbeat.
It beats me straight into the ground.
You don't recover from a night like this.
A victim, still lying in bed, completely motionless.
A hand moves in the dark to a zipper.
Hear a boy bracing tight against sheets barely whisper, "This is so messed up."
Upon arrival the guests had all stared.
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs.
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch,
unprepared for a life full of lies and failing relationships.
(Up the stairs: the station where the act becomes the art of growing up.)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it.
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down.
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up.
But the body on the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell!
Die young and save yourself!
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed,
but now it's choking me up!
Die young and save yourself!
She hits the lights, this doesn't seem quite fair.
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared.
She's breathing quiet and smooth.
He's gasping for air.
"This is the first and last time," he says.
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels... like.
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her.
But nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only looking for...
So much more than he could ever give.
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship.
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides.
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside.
The fever, the focus.
The reasons that I had to believe
you weren't too hard to sell!
Die young and save yourself!
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed,
but now it's choking me up!
Die young and save yourself!
The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot
If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand.
I hope you find out what you want, I already know what I am.
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again.
And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am.
I'll grow old and start acting my age.
I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate.
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone.
And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
Call me a safe bet, but I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive, I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of the state.
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way.
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down.
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out.
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room,
when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds.
So call it quits or get a grip.
Say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be missed.
Call me a safe bet, but I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive, I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget...
You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close, you are second hand smoke.
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
You are the smell before rain.
You are the blood in my veins.
Call me a safe bet, but I'm betting I'm not.
I'm glad that you can forgive, I'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget.
Logan To Government Center
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