Texty:
Brand New Your Favorite Weapon

every single second that I put it off Means another lonely night, I gotta race the clock (I ignore it and it ignores me too) Let's say we go and crash your

hate you for your face and not just the things you do Go tell him why my wrist is sore, pulling out your insides all night And nothing that you do is new

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter And this morning I threw up fire But it's nothing new I've been piecing it together and it's got something

It's only you, beautiful or I don't want anyone If I can choose, it's only you Fix me to a chain around your neck, wear me like a nickel Even new wine

talk. You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up. We got inches away, and I never even got close. So leave your lipstick

you couldn't make me not alone My phone bills stacked up by my bedside, with your picture, you're looking surprised You're what makes New England

dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup. You're always made up. And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you don?t appreciate Brand New

And it comes down to you Never and ever, wrecked his day Looks and flirts and noontime in your shortest skirt Past the point of trying, I'm a dying

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire But it's nothing new I've been piecing it together and it's got something