Funeral for a Friend - Modern Excuse of a Man lyrics
[Funeral for a Friend - Modern Excuse of a Man lyrics]
So special"
Like we’re owed the things that we
Can never quite hold on to
Let me ask you something
Do you think this weather suit's you?
Let me ask you something
Do you think it suit's you?
So if I see you and your
Words fail to connect with mine
Let me be the first to apologize
For every fucking thing that I
Haven’t done or will do
So you can quietly walk on by
Into a distant memory where I
Will lock you up and throw away the key
We’re sick of playing these shitty games
I’m sick of playing these shitty games