Name the 2000s emo band from the lyrics?
Name the 2000s emo band from the lyrics?
Do you know your Saves the Day from your Funeral for a Friend? Your Taking Back Sunday from your Brand New? Pull out that Punkyfish hoody, there's life in it yet.
Do you know your Saves the Day from your Funeral for a Friend? Your Taking Back Sunday from your Brand New? Pull out that Punkyfish hoody, there's life in it yet.
My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewellery, whichever you prefer
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
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
I'll hand myself over for you,
This comlink's lost its frequency,
And I feel that we're coming home short,
Here take me instead, I'd rather not see her off alone
As we function on impatience,
And our patience is wearing thin,
And you live a lie that will destroy us all
His cherry sunset withers,
Our words, as frail as paper,
A dawn I thought we'd never see,
Alone on this silent beach,
There is nothing we can do
With a sense of poise and rationality,
I chime in,
Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!
What if I fell to the floor?
Couldn't take all this anymore,
What would you do, do, do?
Hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens,
A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins,
I will never ask if you don't ever tell me,
I know you well enough to know you never loved me
Time runs through our veins
(it starts and stops and starts and stops again),
We don't stand a chance in this threadbare time,
(the time it takes, the time it takes to let go)
Will someone please call a surgeon?
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart, that you're deserting, for better company?
I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now,
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
Go home and wash your jeans, 'cause there's dirt on the knees,
And jealousy doesn’t sit with me