| — | Kid Cudi “Up, Up & Away” |
Should it turn my whole world around?
When the wheel’s in the lake
Should I think it’s a big mistake?
When there’s smoke in the sky
Please wake me, I don’t know why
When your hand stretches out
Is it way beyond, way beyond my reach?
| — | Sort of, Silversun Pickups |
| — | Brand New, “Untitled 4” |
I could have been easier on you
I could have been all you held on to
I know I wasn’t fair
I tried my best to care
About you
I know I could have been a better man
I always had to have the upper hand
I’m struggling to see
The better side of me
But I can’t
Take all your jabs and taunts
You’re pointing out
My every fault
And you wonder why I walked away
When you tell me I’m a wreck
You say that I’m a mess
How could you expect anything less
(Expect anything less)
You latched onto me
Then cried I strung you along
I told you when you asked
I knew this wouldn’t last
At least I could be honest about that
(Honest about that)
And now you’re tellin’ everyone
How I only did you wrong…
But I think
We just want different things
I want space
You want a diamond ring
Whatever made you think we were meant to be?
| — | Every Avenue, “Tell Me I’m A Wreck” |
We’re close and then we run
Kiss away the difference
I know you hate this one
But this is how the story ends
| — | “Where The Story Ends”, The Fray |
Do you think I’m sort of alive?
Should I set these motives aside?
Do I feel? Well sort of, but not
When you walk your body through mine
What’s keeping my tongue tied?
I see when you roll your eyes
I swear any moment you will hear
My spirit explode
When there’s fire on the ground
Should it turn my whole world around?
When the wheel’s in the lake
Should I think it’s a big mistake?
When there’s smoke in the sky
Please wake me, I don’t know why
When your hand stretches out
Is it way beyond, way beyond my reach?
Do you think it’s sort of a crutch
When you try to rule me to touch
Do I shake? Well sort of, but not much
When the shades are summoned and crushed
What’s keeping my tongue tied?
I see when you roll your eyes
I swear any moment you will hear
My spirit explode
| — | Silversun Pickups, “Sort Of” |
Here’s another pity
And there’s another chance
Try to learn a lesson
But you can’t.
If we can burn a city
In futures and in past,
Without a change our lives will never last.
Cause we’re going fast.
You can sit beside me when the world comes down,
If it doesn’t matter then just turn around.
We don’t need our bags and we can just leave town.
You can sit beside me when the world comes down.
What can we do better,
When will we know how?
A man says from a sidewalk to a crowd.
If we can change the weather,
If you wanted to yourself.
And if you can’t I guess we all need help, yeah,
I need help.
| — | The All American Rejects, “Mona Lisa (When the World Comes Down)” |
It will all come out
How you dream about each other sometimes
With the memory of
How you once gave up
But you made it through the troubled times
| — | Fountains of Wayne, “Troubled Times” |
I might not have fallen apart,
But the words you served destroyed my planet,
I’ll stall before I start
| — |
-Motion City Soundtrack “Her Words Destroyed My Planet” Not a very big MCS fan but like this song (maybe the vm reference made me biased) |
Push it out, fake a smile
avert disaster just in time
I need a drink, cause in a while
worthless answers from friends of mine
it’s dumb to ask, cool to ignore
girls possess me but they’re never mine
I made my entrance
avoided hazards
checked my engine I fell behind
Dada dada dada dada da
I fell behind
dada dada dada dada da
She makes me feel like it’s raining outside
and when the storms gone I’m all torn up inside
I’m always nervous on days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move cause I’m a fuckin’ boy
Remember when I was in
the grocery store, now’s my time
lost the words, lost the nerve,
lost the girl, left the line
I would wish upon a star
but that star, it doesn’t shine
so read my book, with a boring ending
a short story of a lonely guy
Dada dada dada dada da
who fell behind
dada dada dada dada da
She makes me feel like it’s raining outside
and when the storms gone I’m all torn up inside
I’m always nervous on days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move cause I’m a fuckin’ boy
Dada dada dada dada da
dada dada dada dada da
She makes me feel like it’s raining outside
and when the storms gone I’m all torn up inside
I’m always nervous on days like this like the prom
I get too scared to move cause I’m still
just a stupid, worthless boy
| — | Blink-182, “Story of a Lonely Guy” |