| Song | Closet Weather |
| Artist | Fireworks |
| Album | All I Have to Offer Is My Own Confusion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fireworks | |
| I guess you're over them | |
| No big surprise you let them down again | |
| You did it all for an elevated view from the closet in your room | |
| You did it all for you | |
| Hold your breath | |
| You're not just hanging by a thread | |
| Nothing's left | |
| You designed your problems and left behind a mess | |
| You made up a world that sits on your back | |
| Weighing down your shoulders and breaking your neck | |
| You know you sing the blues | |
| It's so sad but how true? | |
| What's sad is those with nothing left to prove | |
| So find a ladder so high | |
| And turn back the hands of time | |
| I wouldn't, I couldn't | |
| Bad intentions don't deserve second chances | |
| Blame the world but you kicked your own chair | |
| Heroes don't die by their own rope in their own homes |
| zuo qu : Fireworks | |
| I guess you' re over them | |
| No big surprise you let them down again | |
| You did it all for an elevated view from the closet in your room | |
| You did it all for you | |
| Hold your breath | |
| You' re not just hanging by a thread | |
| Nothing' s left | |
| You designed your problems and left behind a mess | |
| You made up a world that sits on your back | |
| Weighing down your shoulders and breaking your neck | |
| You know you sing the blues | |
| It' s so sad but how true? | |
| What' s sad is those with nothing left to prove | |
| So find a ladder so high | |
| And turn back the hands of time | |
| I wouldn' t, I couldn' t | |
| Bad intentions don' t deserve second chances | |
| Blame the world but you kicked your own chair | |
| Heroes don' t die by their own rope in their own homes |
| zuò qǔ : Fireworks | |
| I guess you' re over them | |
| No big surprise you let them down again | |
| You did it all for an elevated view from the closet in your room | |
| You did it all for you | |
| Hold your breath | |
| You' re not just hanging by a thread | |
| Nothing' s left | |
| You designed your problems and left behind a mess | |
| You made up a world that sits on your back | |
| Weighing down your shoulders and breaking your neck | |
| You know you sing the blues | |
| It' s so sad but how true? | |
| What' s sad is those with nothing left to prove | |
| So find a ladder so high | |
| And turn back the hands of time | |
| I wouldn' t, I couldn' t | |
| Bad intentions don' t deserve second chances | |
| Blame the world but you kicked your own chair | |
| Heroes don' t die by their own rope in their own homes |