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You thought you had it made Like the songs would write themselves But your words ran out of ink And your fingers lost the chords Now you lay around so bored And you hit the bar at 2:00 And you waste your time on girls They know they're getting used They love the pain that you create The drunken fights you fabricate Because they've been hurt too, worse than you You told them not to get involved Some bullshit excuse to escape unbruised Letras de cancionesBut they move on, while you're stuck Hating your self-deprecation, your self-centered songs The space you've created Between your words and your actions These loveless liasons have left you alone All you've gained is a loss You wish and you wish and you wish You could regain a love you never had to begin with You wished and you prayed and tried to stay in love Or at least in your lover's good graces Just to keep it going Because when they leave, the drinks get stronger And much, much more frequent For the sloppy drunk boys They hide in their basements Where the songs write themselves Yeah, it used to be easy Before we got lazy and drink with the girls "No, I know it's not your fault No, you said not to get involved" Whatever makes you happy Whatever you need to believe In all these self-inflicted tragedies You scribble them down on that miserable sound I guess this is the good life Your self-deprication has made it's translation These lyrics are done From Letras Mania