Yep, 27 And Still Writing Pop-punk testo

She stopped and said, "I've taken a lot today."
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her, the depths of her

Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.

She stopped and said, "I've taken a lot today."
Let's count our losses like we've counted our years apart
My eyes sink deep, tack on more misery
Another spiral into the depths of her

Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart
Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.

But all I want is this pain
In my head to go away.
I don't ever want to fall, la-lal,
Lal-lal in love again
It breaks my heart knowing you're alive

Cold heart, got my tongue stuck to it
All her body parts are showing signs of age
I've got a sneaking suspicion
There's more to this equation
Than another five years apart.
In the process of burning all my bridges
I'll never trust another beating heart
Could be a politician with the bullshit you've been dishing
To give you the attention you want.