Everything has fallen to pieces / Earth is dying, help me, Jesus / We need guidance, we’ve been misled / Young and hostile, but not stupid
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Yeah my girlfriend / Takes me home when I’m too drunk to drive / And she doesn’t get all jealous / When I hang out with the guys
On and on, reckless abandon / Somethings wrong, / This is gonna shock them / Nothing to hold on to
I’m Sick of always hearing / All the sad songs on the radio / All day it is there to remind / An oversensitive guy
I talk to you every now and then / I never felt so alone again / I stop to think at a wishing well / My thoughts send me on a Carousel
It’s understood, I said it many ways / Too scared to run, I’m too scared to stay / I said I’d leave, but I could never leave her / And if I did, you know I’d never cheat her
(I miss you, miss you) / Hello, there / The angel from my nightmare / The shadow in the background of the morgue
I’m giving you bad, bad news / I think I might’ve fallen out of love with you / Years of fighting and hiding feelings / All those nights staring at the ceiling
I’m wasting time thinking about a girlAnd stealing her away from her worldShe and I would run awayI think of all the things that I’d sayWe’d talk about important thingsAnd I picture it in my dreamsShe’d teach me about modern artAnd I’d show her it’s okay to fart andMaybe I’d impress herBy being in a band andMaybe if I act real toughShe’d let me hold her hand andMaybe I’ll win her heartBy writing this song about herSometimes I sit at home andWonder if she’s sitting at homeThinking of me and wondering if I’mSitting at home, thinking about herOr am I just wasting my timeRemembering how she laughed at Kinko’sWhen I made fun of that guyRemebering the look she gave meWhen I told her that I used to fryI really want to ask her outBut my ego could never take itAnd even if I got the ballsYou know that the Cougar would never make itAnd in my town you can’t drive nakedAnd maybe I’d impress herBy being in a band andMaybe if I act real toughShe’d let me hold her hand andMaybe I’ll win her heartBy writing this song about herSometimes I sit at home andWonder if she’s sitting at homeThinking of me and wondering if I’mSitting at home, thinking about herOr am I just wasting my timeAm I just wasting my timeAm I just wasting my timeAm I just wasting my timeWasting my time thinking about a girl
I always flirt with death / I could kill, but I don’t care about it / I can face your threats / Stand up tall and scream and shout about it