| Song | If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die |
| Artist | Showbread |
| Album | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
| 作曲 : Dies | |
| The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love's first kiss | |
| Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they'll be home so soon | |
| Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday | |
| He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say | |
| Then it begins this absurd parade | |
| Such an unproductive way to behave | |
| The accusations are unending | |
| Tiring, no more listening | |
| I wish I never read his name written on your notebook | |
| I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look | |
| I wish I never held your hand, | |
| I wish I never knew your name | |
| Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed | |
| Then you put your hands on my face | |
| Pink roses and red valentine lace | |
| You're dancing like hot dripping wax | |
| Like your fingertips running up my back | |
| Truest parts of the feeling within | |
| Skinned by insecurities in him | |
| Will no longer retort to the truth | |
| This half-decade charace of wasted youth | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I'm dyingI'm dying, | |
| I'm dying, | |
| I'm dyingPlease don't say the words he screams, please don't let me go | |
| Please don't cut me up again just to turn and go | |
| How many ways can | |
| I say I care? | |
| Run my fingers through your silky hair | |
| Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again | |
| Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away | |
| The ring's been set in the shape of her finger | |
| Still on and off the torment that lingers | |
| Going through and falling again | |
| Where are we going? | |
| Where have we been? | |
| It's so much simpler then we make it | |
| Fearing the other one can fake it | |
| Tears and sweat and lips again | |
| I wonder if she'll stay with him | |
| The words we share are nothing short of inspired | |
| I love you's and | |
| I miss you's across a telephone wire | |
| She says she never thinks of another | |
| I wonder if she's a liar |
| zuò qǔ : Dies | |
| The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love' s first kiss | |
| Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they' ll be home so soon | |
| Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday | |
| He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say | |
| Then it begins this absurd parade | |
| Such an unproductive way to behave | |
| The accusations are unending | |
| Tiring, no more listening | |
| I wish I never read his name written on your notebook | |
| I wish I didn' t break my neck to take another look | |
| I wish I never held your hand, | |
| I wish I never knew your name | |
| Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed | |
| Then you put your hands on my face | |
| Pink roses and red valentine lace | |
| You' re dancing like hot dripping wax | |
| Like your fingertips running up my back | |
| Truest parts of the feeling within | |
| Skinned by insecurities in him | |
| Will no longer retort to the truth | |
| This halfdecade charace of wasted youth | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
| I' m dyingI' m dying, | |
| I' m dying, | |
| I' m dyingPlease don' t say the words he screams, please don' t let me go | |
| Please don' t cut me up again just to turn and go | |
| How many ways can | |
| I say I care? | |
| Run my fingers through your silky hair | |
| Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again | |
| Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away | |
| The ring' s been set in the shape of her finger | |
| Still on and off the torment that lingers | |
| Going through and falling again | |
| Where are we going? | |
| Where have we been? | |
| It' s so much simpler then we make it | |
| Fearing the other one can fake it | |
| Tears and sweat and lips again | |
| I wonder if she' ll stay with him | |
| The words we share are nothing short of inspired | |
| I love you' s and | |
| I miss you' s across a telephone wire | |
| She says she never thinks of another | |
| I wonder if she' s a liar |