歌曲 | If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die |
歌手 | Showbread |
专辑 | No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dies | |
The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love's first kiss | |
Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they'll be home so soon | |
Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday | |
He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say | |
Then it begins this absurd parade | |
Such an unproductive way to behave | |
The accusations are unending | |
Tiring, no more listening | |
I wish I never read his name written on your notebook | |
I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look | |
I wish I never held your hand, | |
I wish I never knew your name | |
Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed | |
Then you put your hands on my face | |
Pink roses and red valentine lace | |
You're dancing like hot dripping wax | |
Like your fingertips running up my back | |
Truest parts of the feeling within | |
Skinned by insecurities in him | |
Will no longer retort to the truth | |
This half-decade charace of wasted youth | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I'm dyingI'm dying, | |
I'm dying, | |
I'm dyingPlease don't say the words he screams, please don't let me go | |
Please don't cut me up again just to turn and go | |
How many ways can | |
I say I care? | |
Run my fingers through your silky hair | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away | |
The ring's been set in the shape of her finger | |
Still on and off the torment that lingers | |
Going through and falling again | |
Where are we going? | |
Where have we been? | |
It's so much simpler then we make it | |
Fearing the other one can fake it | |
Tears and sweat and lips again | |
I wonder if she'll stay with him | |
The words we share are nothing short of inspired | |
I love you's and | |
I miss you's across a telephone wire | |
She says she never thinks of another | |
I wonder if she's a liar |
zuo qu : Dies | |
The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love' s first kiss | |
Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they' ll be home so soon | |
Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday | |
He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say | |
Then it begins this absurd parade | |
Such an unproductive way to behave | |
The accusations are unending | |
Tiring, no more listening | |
I wish I never read his name written on your notebook | |
I wish I didn' t break my neck to take another look | |
I wish I never held your hand, | |
I wish I never knew your name | |
Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed | |
Then you put your hands on my face | |
Pink roses and red valentine lace | |
You' re dancing like hot dripping wax | |
Like your fingertips running up my back | |
Truest parts of the feeling within | |
Skinned by insecurities in him | |
Will no longer retort to the truth | |
This halfdecade charace of wasted youth | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingI' m dying, | |
I' m dying, | |
I' m dyingPlease don' t say the words he screams, please don' t let me go | |
Please don' t cut me up again just to turn and go | |
How many ways can | |
I say I care? | |
Run my fingers through your silky hair | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away | |
The ring' s been set in the shape of her finger | |
Still on and off the torment that lingers | |
Going through and falling again | |
Where are we going? | |
Where have we been? | |
It' s so much simpler then we make it | |
Fearing the other one can fake it | |
Tears and sweat and lips again | |
I wonder if she' ll stay with him | |
The words we share are nothing short of inspired | |
I love you' s and | |
I miss you' s across a telephone wire | |
She says she never thinks of another | |
I wonder if she' s a liar |
zuò qǔ : Dies | |
The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love' s first kiss | |
Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they' ll be home so soon | |
Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday | |
He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say | |
Then it begins this absurd parade | |
Such an unproductive way to behave | |
The accusations are unending | |
Tiring, no more listening | |
I wish I never read his name written on your notebook | |
I wish I didn' t break my neck to take another look | |
I wish I never held your hand, | |
I wish I never knew your name | |
Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed | |
Then you put your hands on my face | |
Pink roses and red valentine lace | |
You' re dancing like hot dripping wax | |
Like your fingertips running up my back | |
Truest parts of the feeling within | |
Skinned by insecurities in him | |
Will no longer retort to the truth | |
This halfdecade charace of wasted youth | |
Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingYeah, yeah, yeah | |
I' m dyingI' m dying, | |
I' m dying, | |
I' m dyingPlease don' t say the words he screams, please don' t let me go | |
Please don' t cut me up again just to turn and go | |
How many ways can | |
I say I care? | |
Run my fingers through your silky hair | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again | |
Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away | |
The ring' s been set in the shape of her finger | |
Still on and off the torment that lingers | |
Going through and falling again | |
Where are we going? | |
Where have we been? | |
It' s so much simpler then we make it | |
Fearing the other one can fake it | |
Tears and sweat and lips again | |
I wonder if she' ll stay with him | |
The words we share are nothing short of inspired | |
I love you' s and | |
I miss you' s across a telephone wire | |
She says she never thinks of another | |
I wonder if she' s a liar |