Whatever poison is in this bottle Will leave me broken sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom Who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish So
every single second that I put it off Means another lonely night, I gotta race the clock (I ignore it and it ignores me too) Let's say we go and crash your
drink and drive yourself home I hope there's ice on all the roads And you can think of me when you forget your seatbelt And again when your head goes
hate you for your face and not just the things you do Go tell him why my wrist is sore, pulling out your insides all night And nothing that you do is new
(New stitches) (You're spending all your nights growing old in your bed) And we'll never miss a party (Collar weekend) (And your tearin' up your photos
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter And this morning I threw up fire But it's nothing new I've been piecing it together and it's got something
bill That says, 'No one's ever seen you without makeup You're always made up' And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you don't appreciate Brand New
It's only you, beautiful or I don't want anyone If I can choose, it's only you Fix me to a chain around your neck, wear me like a nickel Even new wine
s. Through a window in a well lit room. Become a recluse. And I blame myself cause I make things hard and your just trying to help. And when I wake up, your
talk. You're staring at me from across the room then turn your back when I walk up. We got inches away, and I never even got close. So leave your lipstick
Whatever poisons in this bottle will leave me broken, sore and stiff But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at, he owes me one last wish
you couldn't make me not alone My phone bills stacked up by my bedside, with your picture, you're looking surprised You're what makes New England
The one that goes... (the one that goes) My friends all call me crazy cause I stay up late anticipating, and planning for the day I sweep you off your
dollar bill that says no one's ever seen you without makeup. You're always made up. And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you don?t appreciate Brand New
only you, beautiful. Or I don't want anyone. If I can choose it's only you. Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel. Even new wine
And it comes down to you Never and ever, wrecked his day Looks and flirts and noontime in your shortest skirt Past the point of trying, I'm a dying
you for your face and not just the things you do Go tell him how my wrist is sore from pulling at your insides all night Nothing that you do is new
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire But it's nothing new I've been piecing it together and it's got something
