Lyrics

Once again we lost the role to boredom and late nights on the radio Don't. spare me. i already know mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone I've practiced the best policy Nothing, is what it's gotten me Why blame this on anyone but me? She'll freak out I'll freak if she doesn't get the hint Don't think that i could deal with it If i couldn't follow through with the routine We'll give it up and move on to another scene Phone call sounds. silencе serenades, jumps on dеaf ears and lands it with ease If you're no angel, then where did you get those wings? your fly on by blue eyes break me Is it in the cards? what's in the future? is it ours? I don't play with fire if i know i'll get burned Hand over flame takes me where i want to be I hope that we don't lose the role to boredom and late nights on the radio Don't. spare me. i'd rather not know mix tapes sound their best when i'm alone