is this all too familiar?
does it happen all the time?
i’m just asking you to hear me.
could you please, just once, just hear me?
more than anything,
you wanted to be right.
still, it’s you,
you,
it’s you i can’t deny.
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My Blue Heaven - Taking Back Sunday
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Taking Back Sunday - One-Eighty by Summer
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MakeDamnSure - Taking Back Sunday
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…Slowdance On The Inside - Taking Back Sunday
This glass house is burning down. You light the match, I’ll stick around. I’ll give you everything you want, and wish the worst of what I was.
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MakeDamnSure | Taking Back Sunday
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My Blue Heaven / Taking Back Sunday
Two sides twist and then collide.
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This Photograph Is Proof (I Know You Know) - Taking Back Sunday
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Ever since that Mayday Parade song, I cannot find the actual band Terrible Things or anything related to them via Google by just typing, “Terrible Things.”
It’s so frustrating!
And it upsets me because that’s nowhere near Mayday’s best song. -.- Actually I don’t even like it. * le exasperated sigh *
Thirty-One Songs That Remind Me Of You [TamaChat! Edition] | Day Twenty-Six | My Blue Heaven, Taking Back Sunday.
Two sides twist and then collide,
you’re calling off the guards.
I’m coming through.
Am I coming?
Adulterous conditioned to a spin-cycled submission.
You know, sometimes, it just feels better to give in.And it’s all too familiar
and it happens all the time;
all the cards begin to stack up,
twisting heartache into fine
little pieces that avoid an awful crime,
but it’s you I can’t deny.Dull heat rises from the sheets.
I’m both a patient boy
well, and a jealous man.
Am I coming?
But double standard of suspicion
is remedied, oh, my blue heaven.
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in.We swing and we sway
as this tiny voice in
my head starts to sing,
“You’re safe, child, you are safe.”Am I coming through?
Is this all too familiar?
Does it happen all the time?
I’m just asking you to hear me.
Could you please, just once, just hear me?
More than anything,
you wanted to be right.
Still, it’s you,
you,
it’s you I can’t deny.
