Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
Been gone more days this year than I have been home
Trading friends for trips to the coast
This hotel room feels more like a tomb
It's not gossip if it's the truth
I'm sick of always writing songs for you to slit your wrists to
So which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Hand over my heart, gun to my head
I swear to God I'm through with this
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it? (So which is it?)
(So which is it?) So which is it? Which is it?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
Which is it: the boy who writes the songs or the boy who's in them?
Who's the girl? Is this truth or is he writing fiction?
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
(Been gone more days this year than I have been home)
Ich werde dich biegen und brechen lassen Sage deine Gebete aber lasse die gute Zeit kommen Im Fal...
Sag meinen Namen und seinem im selben Atemzug Du traust dich nicht zu sagen sie schmecken gleich lass die Bl...
Say my name and his in the same breath I Dare you to say they taste the same Let the leaves fall off in the ...
Mr Sandman showing his beam When he walks into the room walls lean in to listen Surfe...
Sie sagt sie kann nicht gut mit Worten umgehen aber ich bin schlechter Gerade noch hervorgestottert Ein Witz...
Baby Jahreszeiten wechseln aber Leute nicht Aber ich werde im Hinterzimmer warten Ich bin ...
You could ve knocked me out with a feather I know you ve heard this all before but we re just hell s...
Der Sandmann zeigt seinen Schlafsand waehrend er durch den Raum geht die Waende biege...
She says she s no good with words but I m worse Barely stuttered A joke of a romantic or stuck to my tongue ...
I m gonna make you bend and break Say your prayers but let the good times roll In case god doesn t show ...
