Paroles de Taste

Kisses in the rain, suck it up it's all the same This defamation game puts daggers in my mind. Sundays are a drag, Mondays always break my back And it's only when I'm sad I leave it all behind. The feeling, you leaving, it makes me wanna scream The mistakes, the heartache, it suffocates my dreams You push me and you shove, but I'd never call this love I wanna live forever but I don't think that's enough It's harder being useful, than it is being useless And I'm just being truthful, and I don't wanna do this And it's hard to get away, it's hard to take this pain I just don't want my life to go to waste just to satisfy my taste. Leave yourself alone, Friday nights I'm never home I take the time to grow, I try to grow on you Mondays are a drag Sundays always break my back And it's only when I'm sad I sugarcoat the truth.