Paroles de America Needs a New Sweetheart

Steady, six months in a limbo, sidelined, I watched you slowly let go. Try and tell me how you've grown, I don't believe you. Keep up appearances. Keep hanging on, keep hanging on Being alone is what gets you through the days Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. We go our separate ways Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. Glass bottle figure, expression tinted blue With whimsical stares, such a lackluster you Falling for every empty truth, I don't believe you Being alone is what gets you through the days Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. We go our separate ways Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. We were always out of time rehearsing the same old lines Now you're making cameos in other guys lives You build them up in my wake, romantic fantasies You always hatch a plan to get carried away Being alone is what gets you through the days Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. We go our separate ways Face it baby, hang on to your own hard feelings now. You always hatch a plan to get carried away