Words. We think we can use them against people. To make them realize they were wrong. To change the inevitable. We say things to stop time. To run. To leave. But what are we actually doing? What are we actually saying. And what do we actually want? We don’t know, that’s why we say them. And we keep going. Until we ruin the good. Until there’s nothing left to say. We think...
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Solve me and all my problems. You call me. Late nights in Harlem The street speaks like it’s a starlit ghost. And always you’re throwing glances my way. You look at me like you could save me. You could, you know. Oh, look how you shine. And I know I could love you if we tried. So try.
If i could gather up the nerve. I'd put my...
I know I sound repetitive, Cause I’m repeating myself. And I’m competitive, I want you all by yourself. And that alone is just the problem. Right now the world’s spinning and it sucks. You can’t stop it. You can’t do shit. Those authority figures? Fuck them. If this is all we get to in life, watch and not be able to do anything? Well then..there liars. And were...
I’ve got a tight grip on reality, but I can’t..Let go of...– Paramore