Texty:
Taking Back Sunday Taking Back Sunday

just think of this and me as just a few of the many things to lie around, to clutter up your shelves and I wish you weren't worth the wait cause there

often wondered Just how deep I could sink my teeth Into that crease on your arm The place where all the good times They grow and grow What would it take

I played deaf immersed In that Technicolored kind of black and white type Counting one to seven through the roof If my lady only knew how high I am, I

See, it's not like I didn't mean what I said when I said I'll put my money where my mouth is And I put my money where my mouth was Until I couldn't breathe

I'll leave the lights down low so she knows I mean business And maybe we could talk this over 'cause I could be your best bet Let alone your worst ex

Then you, you could've fooled me I admit I was a fool for Your southern days (One-hundred and fifty degrees in the shade) It wasn't an option to come back

the fence Bat your eyes, ball a fist and swing Swing, swing, swing, swing (Before you leave) Lover, lover, tell me this Passion over consequence When did the latter take

Well it's getting colder and you're getting distant And I just keep thinkin That I never meant it to be like this(to be like this) You know what comes

easy You always come, you come in close I never said I'd take this lying down I never said I'd take this lying down I never said I'd take this lying