Jacked On Green Beers

It's been a long time since I've been close to you
It's been a long time since I've been sad
It's been a while since I've really spent time with you,
Wish I could take back all the times that I had.
The only thing you ever really did for me
Is make me oh so miserable
And the hope that I never see your face agian
Is anything but questionable

I hope this is goodbye

There was a time when I thought you were a friend to me
I think those times I was probably just drunk
And if they offered a test about being a good friend
I'd put money down that you'd surely flunk
The only thing that you ever really took from me
Were my records to sell them for dope
Now all I have left is this heart in my chest
And my happiness helping me cope

I hope this is goodbye

It's been a long time since I've been close to you
It's been a long time since I've been sad
It's been a while since I've really spent time with you,
Wish I could take back all the times that I had.
The only thing you ever really did for me
Is make me oh so miserable
And the hope that I never see your face agian
Is anything but questionable
There was a time when I thought you were a friend to me
I think those times I was probably just drunk
And if they offered a test about being a good friend
I'd put money down that you'd surely flunk
The only thing that you ever really took from me
Were my records to sell them for dope
Now all I have left is this heart in my chest
Your dishonesty helping me cope

I hope this is goodbye
Alkaline Trio
Maybe I'll Catch Fire

This house is full of ears But I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do
Hang half way out a third floor window,
Maybe throw lit cigarettes down
And maybe I'll catch fire,
Something warm to hold me,
Something pure to burn away the darkness
That lives inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice

This house is full of eyes But I can't look at anyone
They've seen this face a thousand times
Most relaxing thing I do
hang halfway out a third floor window,
And look at rocks if I fall out,
And maybe I'll fall hard,
Something tough to break me,
Something sharp to rip into my insides
And bleed out all that pain
Sorry I don't even know your name
I guess for me it's easy this way

Maybe I'll catch fire,
Something warm to hold me,
Something pure to burn away the darkness
That lives inside my mind
All that evil shit's not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice
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