The Killers - Mr. Brightside

Comin' outta my cage
And I been doin' just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all.
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I'm fallin' asleep
And she's callin' a cab
While he's havin' a smoke
And she's takin' a drag
Now their goin' to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest, now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go

And I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullaby
Choking on your allaby
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mister Brightside


I'm comin' outta my cage
And I been doin' just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all.
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
	[It was only a kiss]
It was only a kiss
Now I'm fallin' asleep
And she's callin' a cab
While he's havin' a smoke
And she's takin' a drag
Now their goin' to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest, now
He takes off her dress, now
Let me go

'Cause I just can't look
It's killing me
And taking control

Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullaby
Choking on your allaby
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mister Brightside

I never

I never

I never

I never


REASON:
Okay, I know I'm eight days late on this, but I haven't been able to come up with a song of the month.  I can hardly 
remember November.  I was just so busy the entire time, but I think that Mr. Brightside fits the month.  I had a pretty 
crappy month, Alain was in basic the entire month and all sorts of crap happened, yet both of us are expected to act a 
certain way.  His is just military tough...  Anywho, so all this crap is going down, but I have to turn around and smile 
about it.  And the whole Amanda thing didn't work out, so I've got no one to love.  And that's about all I want right now, 
someone to love.  Someone to hold.  Someone that doesn't treat me like crap...  'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.