I don't think that you care very much for my friend,
And I don't think that you care quite enough to pretend.
Tired Eyes you can't close yet,
I'll try my hardest not to forget you,
But I don't think you care very much for my friends.
You've got your foot on my head,
When I'm alive and at the foot of your bed.
Every saint of scientist can say they know what's right for this,
But you've got your foot on my head.
I don't think that I care very much for all the sentimental bullshit,
Or the way that we keep breaking sheets of glass,
And I don't think that anyone without a dagger in his back,
Would put a penny in the jukebox just to hear the record crack.
We're writing moments for inebriated masses,
In expensive universities and shitty english classes.
When the conversation's over and these moments have to end,
I don't think that you care very much for my friends.
You've got your foot on my head,
When I'm alive and at the foot of your bed.
Every saint of scientist can say they know what's right for this,
But you've got your foot on my head.
And I'll remember every second on your mind,
Until the closing sign reminds me that we're running out of time,
And every single shot of confidence my weird eyes can find,
Will bring me closer to my comrades at the bottom of this pint,
And when the conversation's over I can listen to your eyes,
And we can dance with all your demons if you're coming home tonight.
When every single sign of sacrilege is overdosed in white,
We'll find that deep inside the neighborhood the freaks are out and looking for a fight.
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