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  • 作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter/Marvin Reilly
    The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love's first kiss
    Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they'll be home so soon
    Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday
    He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say
    Then it begins this absurd parade
    Such an unproductive way to behave
    The accusations are unending
    Tiring, no more listening
    I wish I never read his name written on your notebook
    I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look
    I wish I never held your hand,
    I wish I never knew your name
    Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed
    Then you put your hands on my face
    Pink roses and red valentine lace
    You're dancing like hot dripping wax
    Like your fingertips running up my back
    Truest parts of the feeling within
    Skinned by insecurities in him
    Will no longer retort to the truth
    This half-decade charace of wasted youth
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingI'm dying,
    I'm dying,
    I'm dyingPlease don't say the words he screams, please don't let me go
    Please don't cut me up again just to turn and go
    How many ways can
    I say I care?
    Run my fingers through your silky hair
    Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again
    Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away
    The ring's been set in the shape of her finger
    Still on and off the torment that lingers
    Going through and falling again
    Where are we going?
    Where have we been?
    It's so much simpler then we make it
    Fearing the other one can fake it
    Tears and sweat and lips again
    I wonder if she'll stay with him
    The words we share are nothing short of inspired
    I love you's and
    I miss you's across a telephone wire
    She says she never thinks of another
    I wonder if she's a liar
  • 作曲 : Patrick Porter/Mike Jensen/Matt Davis/Ivory Mobley/Josh Giddens/Josh Porter/Marvin Reilly
    The love letters that lead to bliss , embracing, youthful, love's first kiss
    Stops after school, the parents fooled, thinking they'll be home so soon
    Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday
    He smiles anticipating, thinking of the words to say
    Then it begins this absurd parade
    Such an unproductive way to behave
    The accusations are unending
    Tiring, no more listening
    I wish I never read his name written on your notebook
    I wish I didn't break my neck to take another look
    I wish I never held your hand,
    I wish I never knew your name
    Or I just wish that from the day we met nothing ever changed
    Then you put your hands on my face
    Pink roses and red valentine lace
    You're dancing like hot dripping wax
    Like your fingertips running up my back
    Truest parts of the feeling within
    Skinned by insecurities in him
    Will no longer retort to the truth
    This half-decade charace of wasted youth
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingYeah, yeah, yeah
    I'm dyingI'm dying,
    I'm dying,
    I'm dyingPlease don't say the words he screams, please don't let me go
    Please don't cut me up again just to turn and go
    How many ways can
    I say I care?
    Run my fingers through your silky hair
    Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away again
    Look up and see the pale skin of your back as you walk away
    The ring's been set in the shape of her finger
    Still on and off the torment that lingers
    Going through and falling again
    Where are we going?
    Where have we been?
    It's so much simpler then we make it
    Fearing the other one can fake it
    Tears and sweat and lips again
    I wonder if she'll stay with him
    The words we share are nothing short of inspired
    I love you's and
    I miss you's across a telephone wire
    She says she never thinks of another
    I wonder if she's a liar