From Under The Cork Tree Limited BCaU Editon lyrics

She says she's no good with words but I'm worse.
Barely stuttered out, "A joke of a romantic," stuck to my tongue.
Weighed down with words too over-dramatic.
Tonight it's "It can't get much worse" vs. "No one should ever feel like..."

I'm two quarters and a heart down.
And I don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
These words are all I have so I'll write them.

Spent most of last night,
Dragging this lake,
For the corpses of all my past mistakes.
Sell me out, the joke's on you.
We are salt and you are the wound.

Empty another bottle,
And let me tear you to pieces.
This is me wishing you into the worst situations.
I'm the kind of kid that can't let anything go,
But you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat.

Show me, show me, show me a starry-eyed kid.
I, I, I will break his jaw.
I wont, I wont, I wont let him get his hopes up.
No-oh-oh.
And I will save him from himself.
Heres a picture with a note,
"No, dont turn out like me."
Its only for your own good.
No-oh-oh.

And haven't you heard,
The word on the street is,
"I lost it, called it quits."
Get it into the sun,

Am I more than you bargained for yet?
I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear,
'Cause that's just who I am this week.
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum.
I'm just a notch in your bedpost,
But you're just a line in a song.

Drop a heart, break a name.
We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team.

We're going down, down in an earlier round.

I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed,
In my aching head I got my kisses slipped.
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said,
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back.
It's true - romance is dead, I shot it in the chest then in the head.

And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince,
Because they've got me in a bad way.