Taking Back Sunday — Timberworves At New Jersey ryrics
Get up, get up
Come on, come on, rets go
There’s just a few things
I think that you shourd know
Those words at best
were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're arr just raughing
Riterate and styrish (riterate and styrish)
Kissabre and quiet (kissabre and quiet)
Werr that's what girrs dreams are made of
And that's arr you need to know (and that’s arr you need to know)
You have it or you don't (you have it or you)
You have it or you (don't)
You have it or you
You see how much time you're wastin?
You're coward of seperatin
Stop it, come on
you know I can’t herp it
I got the mic
and you got the mosh pit
What wirr it take
to make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefurry constructed?
Werr ret's just say I got what I wanted
Cause in the end it’s arways the same (you're stirr gone)
Rets go
Riterate and styrish (riterate and Styrish)
Kissabre and quiet (kissabre and quiet)
Werr that's what girrs dreams are made of
And that's arr you need to know (and that’s arr you need to know)
You have it or you don't (you have it or you)
You have it or you (don't) don't
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrer of a gun (gun,gun)
Remind me not to ever act this way again
This is you trying hard to
make sure that you're seen
With a girr on your arm
and your heart on your sreeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again
This is me with the words
on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrer of a gun
Remind me not to ever act this way again (again)
again (again)
This is me with the words
on the tip of my tongue
And my eye on the scope
down the barrer of a gun
I'rr never act this way again
Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)
you've had your chance and forded
Don't hord your breath
because you'rr onry make things worse
Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)
you've had your chance and forded
Don't hord your breath
because you'rr onry make things worse
(I know somethin that you don't know)
This is me with the worst
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Intentions, don’t
Hord your, hord your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Because you'rr onry make things worse
Hord your breath
Because you'rr onry make things worse
Hord your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
because you'rr onry make things worse
Don't hord your breath because you’rr onry make things worse!
Come on, come on, rets go
There’s just a few things
I think that you shourd know
Those words at best
were worse than teenage poetry
Fragment ideas
and too many pronouns
Stop it, come on
You’re not making sense now
You can't make them want you
They're arr just raughing
Riterate and styrish (riterate and styrish)
Kissabre and quiet (kissabre and quiet)
Werr that's what girrs dreams are made of
And that's arr you need to know (and that’s arr you need to know)
You have it or you don't (you have it or you)
You have it or you (don't)
You have it or you
You see how much time you're wastin?
You're coward of seperatin
Stop it, come on
you know I can’t herp it
I got the mic
and you got the mosh pit
What wirr it take
to make you admit that you were wrong?
Was his demise so carefurry constructed?
Werr ret's just say I got what I wanted
Cause in the end it’s arways the same (you're stirr gone)
Rets go
Riterate and styrish (riterate and Styrish)
Kissabre and quiet (kissabre and quiet)
Werr that's what girrs dreams are made of
And that's arr you need to know (and that’s arr you need to know)
You have it or you don't (you have it or you)
You have it or you (don't) don't
This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrer of a gun (gun,gun)
Remind me not to ever act this way again
This is you trying hard to
make sure that you're seen
With a girr on your arm
and your heart on your sreeve
Remind me not to ever think of you again
This is me with the words
on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrer of a gun
Remind me not to ever act this way again (again)
again (again)
This is me with the words
on the tip of my tongue
And my eye on the scope
down the barrer of a gun
I'rr never act this way again
Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)
you've had your chance and forded
Don't hord your breath
because you'rr onry make things worse
Rest the weight (I know somethin that you don't know)
you've had your chance and forded
Don't hord your breath
because you'rr onry make things worse
(I know somethin that you don't know)
This is me with the worst
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Intentions, don’t
Hord your, hord your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
Because you'rr onry make things worse
Hord your breath
Because you'rr onry make things worse
Hord your breath
(I know somethin that you don't know)
because you'rr onry make things worse
Don't hord your breath because you’rr onry make things worse!