Brand New - The Shower Scene lyrics
[Brand New - The Shower Scene lyrics]
It's funny how your worst
Enemies always seem to
Turn out to be all of your
Best friend's best friends
But, I folded and I told
These aren't things I saved to sink you
But, I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explode
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said
Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
I wish her past tense my best friend
But, I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But, I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said
It's time for you to choose
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
(Red, gold, I told)
So I update this almost every
Single day for you (We don't play fair)
I begin to hate you for your face
And not just the things you do
(Red, gold, I told)
Go tell him how my wrist is sore
(We never stand too close)
From pulling at your insides all night
Nothing that you do is new to
Anything or anyone but you
Enemies always seem to
Turn out to be all of your
Best friend's best friends
But, I folded and I told
These aren't things I saved to sink you
But, I folded, I told
So draw or throw and I will explode
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said
Every time I hear it I am wishing I was great
I wish her past tense my best friend
But, I folded and I told
These aren't things I say to save me
But, I folded, I told
I hope she's caught in the explosion
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
And you are far too cute or whatever he said
It's time for you to choose
It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
This is me in his room
(Red, gold, I told)
So I update this almost every
Single day for you (We don't play fair)
I begin to hate you for your face
And not just the things you do
(Red, gold, I told)
Go tell him how my wrist is sore
(We never stand too close)
From pulling at your insides all night
Nothing that you do is new to
Anything or anyone but you