| Lyrics | Song |
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| Luck loves me not tonight, I'm running out. This four leaf clover's all but useless now. | |
| Should I write myself out of the history books, and mark a place in time for every chance you took? | |
| Lights out, I still hear the rain. These images that fill my head, now keep my fingers from making mistakes. | |
| I'm just a face for every picture, a smile for your scrapbooks, and a story to be told. | |
| Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out, but out footprints washed away from the docks downtown. | |
| When the lights go up, I wanna watch the way you take the stage by storm. | |
| Hips sway and lips lie, like clockwork, she's in control of all the right guys and I'm still waiting. | |
| He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes, started making his way past two in the morning, he hasn't been sober for days. | |
| Caught in a cold sweat, stuck splitting hairs, and drinking too much, I'm on my way to striking out. | |
| I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr DJ. The traffic and the sound is just as bad as it is in LA. | |
| I'm falling in between, tearing up at the seams, we're just aiming to please, and aesthetics don't hurt one bit. | |
| Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a page, I'm a book, half unread. | |
| Wide awake, my mistake, so predictable. You're a fake, I was great, nothing personal. | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| I fought it for a long time now, while drowning in a river of denial. I washed up, fixed up, picked up, all my broken things. | |
| She works for the weekend, mixtape of her favourite bands. | |
| 3 PM, on my feet and staggering. Through misplaced words and a sinking feeling, I got carried away. | |
| Oh my god, I'm such a terrible mess. I'm turned on by the tabloids, you would never have guessed. | |
| This city, so pretty. Under moonlit skies, we'll be hanging like a cigarette. | |
| Hey there, it's good to see you again. It never felt right calling this 'just friends'. I'm happy, if you're happy, with yourself. | |
| I admit, I miss seeing your face, babe. And being alone is staring to take it's toll, I'm cold and it's getting old. | |
| Are you having trouble finding sleep at night? Or does your lack of conscience tell you everything's alright? | |
| I took a walk for the very first time, on the dark side of the dance floor. Lit a match just to heat things up, but I got more than I bargained for. | |
| My ship went down, in a sea of sound. When I woke up alone, I had everything. | |
| I've got a house in the back of my head, but I can't find a permanent resident. | |
| Strange maze, what is this place? I hear voices over my shoulder, nothing's making sense at all. | |
| She's got a target painted on her back, and keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks. | |
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All Time Low songs
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