Ugly For Nostalgia 歌词

It’s kinda hard to call you my friend When you stab me in the back again I feel ripped off and cheated Broken down, defeated It’s getting easier every day To understand why I walked away, I know The distance is healing intentions, revealing So put your money where your mouth is You're writing checks all over this town And the cloud of personal debt is approaching We’re all waiting for the breakdown So put your money where your mouth is No one’s surprised your luck is running out And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing We’re all waiting for the breakdown! So where do we go from here The miles between us drive away the years, I won’t Ask for. Directions. No reunion. Intersections If our paths cross and we meet again Let’s chalk it up to coincidence And just continue on our own way And forget the old days So put your money where your mouth is You're writing checks all over this town And the cloud of personal debt is approaching We’re all waiting for the breakdown So put your money where your mouth is No one’s surprised your luck is running out And your apologies, too little too late, decomposing We’re all waiting for the breakdown! We’re all waiting for the breakdown