Breaks Songtext
von American Princes

I don′t think I'm an antichrist
But when you look at me
You look at me with wounded eyes
And you say, "It could be the same"
And it is the same
Every single time

Picture perfect, at least pretend
We′re more than friends
Or something good
But we're the kids in the corners
The ones lighting matches
Over what's made of wood

And you were someone so alive
That it makes me wanna die
Or even worse, call out your name
And in this town that we call home
You′re a ghost who′s not alone
Left with nothing left to say


There's a point at the end of most days
When I want you
Yeah, I want you in the worst of ways
But I threw out the letters
Tore up the pictures
Burned down the mattress
Assigned all the blame

Drink the poison and throw it back up
It′s an evil cup
It's the worst of my bad side
And you′re no monster, but you're no friend
You′re no meaner and then
You're no freer of right

When it gets to be that time
That you make me wanna die
Or even worse, call out your name
I can't find my way back home
I′m a ghost who′s not alone
Left with nothing left to say

You were someone so alive
That it makes me wanna die
Or even worse, call out your name
And in this town that we call home
You're a ghost who′s not alone
Left with nothing left to say


Left with nothing left to say
Left with nothing left to say