Still Life – Backseat Goodbye – letras

parted lips, two eyes too tightremember all of the linesit’s so hard to keep a straight facewhen i’m talking to myselfsunset in a solemn wayheadlights on the overpassif it gets worse you don’t have to stayany longer than you pleasesit tight, don’t make a moveyou were always one to let it come to yousometimes that doesn’t worksometimes you gotta stand up and shake that assfalse hopes in a well lit roomdead dreams on a photographi could let it get to me like it gets to youbut i think i’ll leave it in the pastyou can’t blame mefor giving up so fastnew lies won’t stop the crowdit’s just another thursday nightbut i’m gonna grow out my hairthrow yesterday to the windi’m gonna move out west, leave this still lifenew shoes on an old wood flooryou’re counting on the next ten minutesgonna stop time, gonna get the girlbut this isn’t television, kidbrown eyes in a white walled roomcolorblind with a thing for musicyou say « love » is your favorite wordbut you never find the time to use itscraped kness in some new old jeansyou bought ’em at a store downtownthey don’t make you any youngerbut you like how they feelon the skin that you hold so closeinsecure, but you think no no one knowswhat it’s like to want to live and die at the same timeyou can’t blame mefor giving up so fastnew lies won’t stop the crowdit’s just another thursday nightbut i’m gonna grow out my hairthrow yesterday to the windi’m gonna move out west, leave this still lifenew words on a plain white pageold songs on the radiofound love on friday nightto think you didn’t want to gotouched lips on another’s skinsmall words in a big blue skyi hated life before i found that songnow everything’s alrightyou can’t blame mefor giving up so fastnew lies won’t stop the crowdit’s just another thursday nightbut i’m gonna grow out my hairthrow yesterday to the windi’m gonna move out west, leave this still life