My heart is on my sleeve Wear it like a bruise or blackeye My badge, my witness That means that I believed Every single lie you said
Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap negates The pains I went through to avoid you And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago And I know I should be home All the colors of the street signs.. They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
She tooks me down and said: "boy's like you are overrated. So save your breath." Loaded words and loaded friends Are loaded guns to our heads
Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap Negates the pains I went through to avoid you And every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention I still hate you
But there's a light on in chicago And I know I should be home All the colors of the street signs.. They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house
You want apologies Girl, you might hold your breath Until your breathing stops forever, forever The only thing you'll get Is this curse on your lips: I hope they taste of me forever
But there's a light on in chicago And I know I should be home All the corners of the street signs.. They remind me of the pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's
With every breath I wish your body will be broken again
Compositores: Andrew John Hurley (BMI), Joseph Mark Trohman (BMI), Patrick Martin Stumph (BMI), Peter Wentz (BMI)Editor: Chicago X Softcore Songs (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #1756234 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM