It ain't love that I'm chasin' but I'm runnin' just in case There's trouble where I'm going but I'm gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings 'cause they always seem to start this way I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes Guess I

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out My name's Blurryface and I care what you think We used to play pretend, give each other different names Saying, "Wake up, you need to make

Music do music do And then it's reaching Inside you forever preaching Fuck you too Your screams will whisper A lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do Because the music do Hang on you

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Forever we say goodnight and go home Shandi, tonight must last us forever But you know me very well, and I know you You can't tell me goodnight (say goodnight) I just can't pretend no more I keep runnin' out of lies Lovin' you is killin' me inside Every

Beautiful, crazy, she can't help but amaze me The way that she dances, ain't afraid to take chances And wears her heart on her sleeve Yeah, she's crazy but her crazy's beautiful to me Her day starts with a coffee and ends with a wine Takes forever to get

And that was the moment I knew. And it was like slow motion, Standing there in my party dress, In red lipstick, With no one to impress, But there was one thing missing, And I would've been so happy. And they're all laughing, You should've been there,

Take these chains from my heart and set me free You've grown cold and no longer care for me All my faith in you is gone but the heartaches linger on Take these tears from my eyes and let me see Just a spark of the love that used to be If you love

But we don't go outside anymore The radio blasts hysteria While the television's sideways on the floor We're mourning in the streets of Amerika Mourning in the streets of Amerika Stand by to switch on We fire out all pistons We're singing along But no

Do nothing till you hear from me Someone told someone and someone told you But they wouldn't hurt you, not much, Since every one spreads the story With his own little personal touch. Pay no attention to what's said Why people tear the seam of anyone's