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Chapter 13

Plus-44

And my heart hangs from this noose
Like your footspteps in crowded rooms
Filled with sweet scentes of autumn blooms
Is this what you imagine?

Catch a glimpse from her empty stare
Hidden eyed behind her autumn hair
Catch my breath for the smoke to clear
And it's just as it should be

My best-laid plans will build and break your heart
Her guilty hands tear my whole world apart
My mind keeps racing
She's softly dreaming
I'm scraped and sober but there's no one listening

And we'll wake up in vacant rooms
Pull you close to my aching skin
Broken glass on the porcelain
Is this what you imagine?

We'll forget what we used to say
And our lives won't mean anything
Pull me close as I drift away
And it's just as it should be

My best-laid plans will build and break your heart
Her guilty hands tear my whole world apart
My mind keeps racing
She's softly dreaming
I'm scraped and sober but there's no one listening

And we'll both take our revenge
But we still won't feel any better
And we both take our revenge
But we still won't feel any better
And we both take our revenge
But we still don't feel any better

I'm scraped and sober but there's no one listening to me at all

Composição: Mark Hoppus / Travis Barker





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