Post 43 lyrics I like.

_{You’ve been, with me
A year, to the day
365 days
Watching me decay}

We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about plans in tiny bars

In the gaps, between words
Are the things that really intrigue me
It’s the gasps, and the sighs
That say more about what’s inside you

We used to climb up on a high horse every time
We used to talk about boys with missing spines

It’s her life and her life is worth living (it’s her life)
It never struck her to pause for one minute (it’s her life)

The path, of excess, just led, to boredom
You’ve lived, your life, with your mouth, wide open

It’s her life and her life is worth living (it’s her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it’s her life)

When you lie on my bed and you label me your friend
Don’t you know how much that hurts?
You could pretend and I wouldn’t know
I could be who you wanted in the dark

She goes and she gets drunk
She gets off
She goes and she gives up
She goes and she gets drunk
She gets off
She goes and she gives up

It’s her life and her life is worth living (it’s her life)
It never struck her just to pause for one minute (it’s her life)

And her life is worth living

We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about girls who play guitars
We used to talk about girls who play guitars

I’ve had this song in my head for days. It’s awesome! :)

_{Raise your glass
We have incorporated
Place your bets
We’re all so sick of waiting
Queen takes jack
You got me this time but I’ll get you back
So pick a number}

To all the ones who tried the most
Was I supposed to cheer your efforts?
Sorry that I chose so poorly
Golly gee, am I the poster girl?

She’s the kind of girl who looks for love in all the lonely places
The kind who comes to poker pockets stuffed with kings and aces
She’s the kind of girl who only asked you over when its raining
Just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling

Lift your hats
Off to the checkout girls with tattooed backs
They’d make an angels’ skin crawl
If you ask them for assistance
There’s an even chance
You’ll get a number

To all the girls at pearl
The surly boys who get to masticate them
I’ve a prize for each and every one of you so just be patient
To all the ones that hated me the most, a toast
You really had me going for a second, I was nervous
Boy am I the poster girl?

She’s the kind of girl who gets her slings and arrows from the dumpster
The kind who tells you she’s bipolar just to make you trust her
She’s the kind of girl who leaves out condoms on the bedroom dresser
Just to make you jealous of the men she fucked before you met her

To all the ones who thought they knew me best, a test to prove your prowess
Who was mine in ‘99?
I want last names and current status
To all the ones that hated me the most, a toast
You really had me going for second, I was nervous
Boy, am I the poster girl?
For some suburban sickness
Better keep a healthy distance
Now its up to you, know what to do
It’s pretty dirty business

A friend sent me this song sometime last week, and I’ve kind of fallen in love with it. :)
I don’t know, it’s kind of sweet but sad at the same time…

_{I, I know a girl
And she flies
Right off the handle
At the sound
Of scratching on the wall
Well it could go either way
But I don’t mind at all
Cause I’ll go, I’ll go
And I’ll go to Liverpool
Oh, oh, oh
Well I know I’ll be loved there
She’s no scrubber
She’s my Breck Road lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where
She gets her name}

Oh my lady
My lady clear your ears now
And open up your eyes
We’re all out of sync now
And we no longer harmonise

And if lust and despair
Are two bullets in the same gun
Well we’ve been playing Russian roulette
For far too long

So I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go
Well I’ll go back to Liverpool
Oh, oh, oh
Well I know I’ll be loved there
She’s no scrubber
She’s my Breck Road lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where
She gets her name

Yes, often as we lie
On the altar of the morning
Well I call up to the sky
Light my way, and I promise I’ll believe

I’ll go, I’ll go, I know I’ll go to Liverpool
Well I know I’ll be loved there
She’s no scrubber
She’s my Breck Road lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And walk the streets where
She gets her name

You see I, I know a girl
And she flies
Right off the handle
Always at the sound
Of scratching on the wall
It could go either way
But I don’t mind at all
Cause I’ll go, no I’ll go, I’ll go
Well, I’ll go back to Liverpool
Oh, oh, oh
Yes I know I’ll be loved there
She’s no scrubber
She’s my Breck Road lover
And we wash in dirty waters
And we walk the streets where
She gets her name
We walk the streets where
She gets her name