| 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 |
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| 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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