Song..

by Alexa   Jan 22, 2005


But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tounge as I slowly fall apart. This wont mean a thing come tomorrow. And that is exactly how Ill make it seem. Cause Im still not sleeping, thinking Ive crawled home from worse than this. So please, Im running out of sympathy, And Id never say Id take this lying down..
-Taking Back Sunday

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