Front Row Seats to the End of the World Songtext
von Funeral for a Friend

You never feed me, until it′s too late
You never see me coming
It hurts my head when you tell me
Everything is alright

I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I've lost my slide
Can′t think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me, and I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation
Stop fucking interrogation, scream my own behind

Open your eyes and look outside
It's gonna fuck you up and leave without the shell
This is bettering, I′ll bring you down
Your best lost it for annihilation


I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I′ve lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me, and I′m getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop fucking interrogation, just lead when I'm behind

Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes
Keep on closing, closing your eyes

I tried to write something meaningful, and I feel I′ve lost my slide
Can't think of anything really unflattering tonight
You lie to me, and I′m getting bored of these stupid conversations
Stop fucking interrogation, just lead when I'm behind

Write your words on a scrap of paper
Tiny time you on my little finger
Can't think of anything to make it worth the fight

For this only with the little numbers
Every time I feel like hating summer
Can′t think of anyone can make it worth the fight