作曲 : Bayside | |
I'm never waking up again | |
so I'll never have to find out what you did | |
Each day it's harder to pretend | |
That your eyes aren't lying as much as your mouth did | |
I'd grab your head by your hair and I'd hack it off | |
And put it on display at the front of the yard | |
on a stick that's decorated with a little pink bow | |
and a sign that says "Her friends and family | |
should have taught her more about love." | |
Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody | |
But being alone wasn't half as bad | |
as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker | |
But these years alone have eaten me alive | |
Recounting pages in a book | |
That I'd torn out ashamed that one day you'd look | |
Afraid that once you did you'd really know | |
how it felt to be a sucker on a string | |
that you dragged around wherever you'd go | |
I'm running around, around and it hurts | |
Tempted to tape up the pages I'd ripped | |
And although I recognize that we're attached at the lips | |
you're the one in charge | |
and that the captain's gotta sink with the ship | |
Breath taker, smile faker | |
how could I have let you in my life? | |
You're a breath taker, smile faker | |
These years alone have eaten me alive |
zuo qu : Bayside | |
I' m never waking up again | |
so I' ll never have to find out what you did | |
Each day it' s harder to pretend | |
That your eyes aren' t lying as much as your mouth did | |
I' d grab your head by your hair and I' d hack it off | |
And put it on display at the front of the yard | |
on a stick that' s decorated with a little pink bow | |
and a sign that says " Her friends and family | |
should have taught her more about love." | |
Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody | |
But being alone wasn' t half as bad | |
as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker | |
But these years alone have eaten me alive | |
Recounting pages in a book | |
That I' d torn out ashamed that one day you' d look | |
Afraid that once you did you' d really know | |
how it felt to be a sucker on a string | |
that you dragged around wherever you' d go | |
I' m running around, around and it hurts | |
Tempted to tape up the pages I' d ripped | |
And although I recognize that we' re attached at the lips | |
you' re the one in charge | |
and that the captain' s gotta sink with the ship | |
Breath taker, smile faker | |
how could I have let you in my life? | |
You' re a breath taker, smile faker | |
These years alone have eaten me alive |
zuò qǔ : Bayside | |
I' m never waking up again | |
so I' ll never have to find out what you did | |
Each day it' s harder to pretend | |
That your eyes aren' t lying as much as your mouth did | |
I' d grab your head by your hair and I' d hack it off | |
And put it on display at the front of the yard | |
on a stick that' s decorated with a little pink bow | |
and a sign that says " Her friends and family | |
should have taught her more about love." | |
Dear Tragedy, I never had anybody | |
But being alone wasn' t half as bad | |
as being obsessed with a breath taker, a smile faker | |
But these years alone have eaten me alive | |
Recounting pages in a book | |
That I' d torn out ashamed that one day you' d look | |
Afraid that once you did you' d really know | |
how it felt to be a sucker on a string | |
that you dragged around wherever you' d go | |
I' m running around, around and it hurts | |
Tempted to tape up the pages I' d ripped | |
And although I recognize that we' re attached at the lips | |
you' re the one in charge | |
and that the captain' s gotta sink with the ship | |
Breath taker, smile faker | |
how could I have let you in my life? | |
You' re a breath taker, smile faker | |
These years alone have eaten me alive |