are The sooner the fun will begins Get out, your fake eyelashes And fake ideas and real disasters ensue It's cool to take these chances It's cool to fake romances
So long sweet summer I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays So long sweet slumber I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away
When I'm back from the road And you're out on it And I'm tired of this distance And I believe it's over, it's over rated And this phone tag game is endless
It is yet to be determined But the air is thick and my hope is feeling worn I'm missing home and I'm glad you're not a part of this There are parts of
It's just like you took contest Wear it like a label on your breast Don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies With your charm
fun will begin, so get out your fake eyelashes and fake I.D's, and real disasters ensue, it's cool to take these chances. It's cool to fake romances
Traduction: Dashboard Confessional. Romance de l'armée suisse.
Traduction: Dashboard Confessional. La Romance de l'armée suisse.
the fun will begin, so get out your fake eyelashes and fake I.D's, and real disasters ensue, it's cool to take these chances. It's cool to fake romances
: This paint has been tasting of lead and their chips will fall as they may, but it's not just my finish that is peeling, and it is not alone fleeing
: On the way home, this car hears my confessions. I think tonight I'll take the long way. This weather. The wind outside is biting. It has left me feeling
: I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak, And this bottle of beast Is taking me home I'm cuddling close To
: It is yet to be determined, but the air is thick, & my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, & I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are
: It's just like you to contest you wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies with your
: When I'm back from the road then you're out on it and i'm tired of this distance and I believe it's over, it's over-rated. And this phone tag game
: So long sweet summer. I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling
: Save up, until you've had it. Your purse gone, but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature. Breathing off my lung. It's not easy to like