Songtexte: Taking Back Sunday. Follow The Format.

Make a big scene
Make this glass house my coffin
You missed the big picture
Well it?s the words that you?re coughing out on your sleeve
So forge my sins here in song
Well I?m telling you now what you?ve known all along
And it?s tired, So true, More subtle than you
There?s a lull in the stereo
It?s calling for you (Calling for you)
It?s calling for you

Well I?m a slave to my vices (It?s true)
They?ve all been renamed as a crutch
So drag my name and my face through the mud
You?re better at confronting me
Showing just how vicious you could be
Do what you came here to do (Do what you came here to do)
Trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction
My new found discretion

It?s not a lie if you believe it
It?s no mistake if it?s always repeated
It?s not a lie if you believe it
It?s no mistake if it?s always repeated

Shall we call it quits or just wait? (It?s not a lie If you believe it)
Even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say
Do not say you know (It?s no mistake if its repeated)
Call me out
It?s not a lie (It?s such a lie)
But I don?t need to hear it from you
So what?s another word for (I don?t need to hear it from you)
What?s another word for (Don?t need to hear it from you)
What?s another word for (I don?t need to hear it from you)
What?s another word for (Don?t need to hear it from you)
It gets easier with doses of time (Easier with doses of time)
Easier with doses of time (Easier with doses of time)
Easier with doses of time (Easier with doses of time)
Easier with doses of time (Easier with doses of time)
Show us just how vicious you could be