Слова:
Manchester Orchestra Mean Everything To Nothing

I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything Now I can see You mean everything to nothing Now I believe You mean everything

Several Woman's magazines Stacked up on top of a picture of me When I tried to call No one answered It's not even that I'm all angry Just kind of confused

will fight the spirit With a sword in my side She found a way out Crack my rib Wait to die I think I know you best when I sleep I think I know everything

I am the only one that thinks I'm going crazy and I don't know what to do and I am the only son of a pastor I know who does the things I do but if it

know what to do Not anymore, not anymore And you, well you mean everything You mean everything to nothing You mean everything to nobody, me You mean everything to nothing You mean everything

Several Woman's magazines Stacked up on top of a picture of me When I tried to call No one answered It's not even that I'm all angry Just kind of confused

t know what to do Not anymore, not anymore And you, well you mean everything You mean everything to nothing You mean everything to nobody, me You mean everything to nothing You mean everything

Dirt in the ground is what I need I got another one to tell you and another one to make you believe pity in the grass tried to be the one you needed

clean everything And make a seem Like you never really needed it anyway, Yep you never really needed it anyways, okay, okay John spoke a theory straight in to my brain God damn did you mean