Song Length |
4:10 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
Mood |
Joyful |
Subject |
General |
Similar Artists |
Taking Back Sunday |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Screenplays of mistakes have been killing my numbers.
Short Films Cliché lines have taken up all of my time.
I can?t feel anything.
I threw it away all my dreams have gone to waste. My time is up it?s something you cannot replace. Maybe I will find what I could be; maybe I will find what I could be in the end.
Headaches with cheap wine make up most of the script.
I?d fake my own death before I read another word of it.
I want to escape.
Breathe like there?s no tomorrow, lets live and forget the sorrow.