Слова:
Farewell Isn T This Supposed To Be Fun

Not waiting for the words to come around In this small tobacco town And I'm hating every second of this shit I'm far too involved to quit But the radio

't dare think you are drowning alone I won't say goodbye till you're gone And I know you're out there And I won't be long I said I'd save you And I will

re running out of time You've started dressing up The mood is ruined by the cheapest wine That's spilling on your skirt She's dressed to kill I hope this

goes I've got a familiar feeling that everybody knows Climbing rooftops and the suits you're living in can't save your skin So I sing this song to you

you wanted to, you could just settle down But you'd rather just waste away Button up, shut up, and turn your life around What would it take to get this

to face the consequence Words of wisdom for the weary See who gets it in the end So let me be the first one on the blog to say it Let me be the guy to

Left a Post-It on a wall But September, yeah, she brought the fall And with every corporate She'll be catching her death before long Before long So