| Lyric | Song |
| Train wreck. Here we, here we go again. Derailed and I failed to mention, I put it all behind. | |
| Was it worth it? Was it perfect? When you up and left me cynical? | |
| Two kids, no consequences, Pull a trigger, without thinking, There's only on way down this road. | |
| Take a part of gravity that's holding me down, Make a point to find a resolution to be my own solution. | |
| Now I don't frequent the LBC, 'Cause I'm a bit too pale to run that scene. | |
| You're trigger-happy at harbor side, You're taking shots at the strangers passing | |
| 'Cause when it hurts, it hurts, You wonder if it's worth it. | |
| 'Cause it's a battlefield 'til it blows over, Keep you friends close and your enemies closer | |
| | Lyric | Song |
| You, are a shining example of why I don't sleep at all | |
| think some dude just grabbed my junk, Now I know how Ke$ha must be feelin' | |
| I wish you could see your face right now, 'Cause you're grinning like a fool | |
| Break another mirror to keep away the stares, Of another guilty reflex, a reflection left in tears. | |
| Now there's a piece of me, Tells me I should leave, Every time I see your face. | |
| They say I'm losing my mind, I thought that for a while. | |
| Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run, We're rolling the dice on whatever's left, | |
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