Friday, August 28, 2009 6:43 PM
Slap in the face
I wonder, how am I supposed to feel
When you're not here?
Cause I burned every bridge I ever built
When you were here
I still try holding on to silly things
I never learn.
-That's what you get, Paramore.
Why does it always happen like that,
when we do something wrong it feels so right.
But then when it all ends, my head starts to clear up
And I'm feel with guilt. It feels like a slap in the face.
Baby, thanks for everything.
But I think distance is really something we need to focus on.
I know I really like you, but can we really slow it down?
SLOW DOWN BABY, SLOW DOWN.
I'd really hope I wouldn't lose myself and end up with a broken and empty heart.
