You know my story.
I've been telling it to anyone I could find.
If I would lose you, I'd lose my mind,
over and over again until next time.
Lights out to expectations.
Goodbye to bad intentions.
There's nothing wrong with letting go.
I know all about you.
Give me a pen and I'll write you a book of how we both fucked up,
walked away, got back just in time to make up for the new years.
I send you stationary.
It wasn't ordinary.
You got it and told me that everything would be O.K.
Next morning came conclusion:
It's too late to start all over.
(Sorry about the past)
| 1 | Symptoms |
| 2 | Before I Go |
| 3 | Before It Kills |
| 4 | No Time For Me To Be A Teenager |
| 5 | Blood Pressure |
| 6 | Somewhere |
| 7 | Manic Depression |
| 8 | Pink Stars And Magazines |
| 9 | Suffer For The Fame |
| 10 | Turn Up The Stereo |