We wear what we feel, and we feel worn outlike the heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds The words never made it off this crumpled paper to held out notes and long drawn out breaths
We're just the scratches on CDs We're in the business of playing to please We only sing to dollar signs and we've got decimals for eyes so you have someone to despise
Take a moment and a photograph Every second that could make you smile Best friends we do the best we can or take your time, every minute seems a mile away We're better off in the end
We know we're the worst, and we've got this down to a science, my conscience and the consequence The following sequence of events has yet to happen
We're just the scratches on CDs We're in the business of playing to please We only sing to dollar signs and we've got decimals for eyes so you have someone to despise
Take a moment and a photograph Every second that could make you smile Best friends we do the best we can or take your time, every minute seems a mile away We're better off in the end
If the taste of your lips isn't permanent, then give me back my tongue