Can’t tell you why I’m falling
can’t tell you where you lost me
I don’t miss you when you’re not around
should I be holding my breath
and thank you for looking worried?
I think I’ll leave and I don’t need a ride
tomorrow when you think it’s over
you’ll follow any song that takes you back here
everything gets louder inside
turn it up and play the b-side
everything gets louder in time
kindness is overrated
and your act is getting jaded
now I’m used to hear you say goodbye
I want my Weezer CDs
and my letter ending like this:
«Keep your hardcore albums and my time»
tomorrow when you think it’s over
you’ll follow any song that takes you back here
everything gets louder inside
turn it up and play the b-side
everything gets louder in time
