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Do you ever wish for blind stares? I swear i saw you with the cool kids Being a gentleman I'd sell truth But i spent all night in my room What did you expect? They quickly crippled you That sounds familiar kid Chapped lips and cracked ribs A bottled view of the coast With my friends I swear i saw her in the back seat Looking real sweet Trying to play innocent But i know just what you do Chapped lips all night On the fourth of july But I'm without a sweater To get me through this weather I woke up in my van Clueless to what just happened Letras de cancionesAnd now I'm slightly bruised They say I'm just bad news The night confines cracked ribs Compliments of my friends The new years lied on the clock Cause nothing seems resolved I woke up in my car Not knowing of what to call her Scaling loose clothing for truth I guess I'm just bad news A pale series of events Led to belligerence And now i'm scarred for my life Cause young guns never die We searched for safety in squares And found our wide eyed flare Inside a record player And counter marched our makers I wanna float through the sky And feel my eyelids strive To stay calm When they see that purpose passed me by We prayed at such a frequency That heaven said wait and see If you still believe in the morning Chapped lips all night On the fourth of july But I'm without a sweater To get me through this weather I woke up in my van Clueless to what just happened And now I'm slightly bruised They say I'm just bad news The night confines cracked ribs Compliments of my friends The new years lied on the clock Cause nothing seems resolved I woke up in my car Not knowing of what to call her Scaling loose clothing for truth I guess I'm just bad news and when you see me standing over the city you'll know that the snow no longer has an effect and if colorful lies are really your best bet maybe all the stars were really meant to connect and when you hear that i've been trying to keep quiet for weeks maybe you'll realize it's for you i keep my arms around something completely out of my reach just out of my reach Chapped lips all night On the fourth of july But I'm without a sweater To get me through this weather I woke up in my van Clueless to what just happened And now I'm slightly bruised They say I'm just bad news The night confines cracked ribs Compliments of my friends The new years lied on the clock Cause nothing seems resolved I woke up in my car Not knowing of what to call her Scaling loose clothing for truth I guess I'm just bad news From Letras Mania