You're perfect photographs on the wall
And if I know you you're ok
I don't wanna dance anymore
I don't wanna sing anymore
I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing
I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor
I thought I'd be fine till I needed more
I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor
Oh, I need more I need more I need more
I thought my life would get easier
Instead its getting harder, instead it's getting harder
I thought my life would get easier,
Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder...
Without you
My life's a book of short stories,
And we wrote a new one everyday
I don't understand anymore
You don't love me anymore
I don't understand anymore and I can't think
Why can't I let you go?
Why can't I let you go?
Hate you I wanted to hate you
The Drums "Book of Stories"
adios
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