don't you dare speak for someone you don't know.
they'll feel it in the back of their throat.
we know i cant construct a poem,
cause' words, like girls get bored and run
c'est la vie, i say i've got so many better things
i've got nothing,
you should see me,
i smoke myself to sleep.
and blame postmodern things i cant relate,
like summer camp and coastal states.
like alcohol and coffee beans.
dance floors and magazines.
i think its safe to say
"i've only got myself to blame"
but boys in swooping haircuts are bringing me down,
taking pictures of themselves, oh.
and so i walk the web in search of love,
but always seem to end up stuck.
i'm finding flaws in everyone.
i've reached the point where all i want,
is to sleep around in hopes that i will catch back up.
we are parallel lines,
were running in circles,
we're never meant to cross.
i'm at a loss, you were my tangerine,
my pussycat, my trampoline
now all i get are wincing cheeks,
and dog problems, i signed a lease.
thinking my heart belonged at 93rd and park
instead i broke a girls heart,
and flew back to phoenix
to finish the year as it started.
can you hear me?
are you listening?
this is the sound of my heart breaking.
and i hope its entertaining,
cause' for me its a bitch.
was it worth it?
when you slept with him?
did you get it all out of your system?
i am a man
holding it all
i couldnt breathe
caught me on the cross
i didnt know
i couldnt give up
B is for believing you'd always be here for me.
E is for everything, even when we'd see it though.
C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake,
which brings me to A because, because, you always run away.
i never finish phrases,
open arms are prison cells.
when i said, "i hate what i've become"
i lied, i hated who was
so when you start to wonder 'bout the strain in my throat,
then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know.