Тексты песни «Romance Is Dead»

These guitars won't stay in tune. These fists are raised against you. These words refuse to rhyme. These kids won't stay in line tonight. Black eyes, white lies. Tight pants and pin-striped nights. Blood on our hands,...

Havent you heard were not the cream of the crop? You have got us all mixed up I am NOT what youve been looking for Do you like guys who take you out to dinner? And make you feel like one million bucks? Well baby, I...

The plastic flowers you gave sit on the table so unstable And there's some greasy fingerprints on that pre-wrote birthday card you wrote your name in And i know that you make your effot but i think you could do much...

The incisions on your wrist were all for show. Just like you. The epitome of self indulgence. Another farce, a charade and another set of crocodile tears. So serenade her with your last pathetic suicide love song...