Skylar's Dream That Was The Sound Of A Tool Chest Falling Down The
TAIRS
Holding onto the rope that clouds your lungs
What's good for you, good for you isn't good enough
The memories, memories, memories of us now gone
Blew out like candles never lit at all
Birds are like lovers holding hands
Migrate East over again
Never know what to expect
You take it all for granted
Take it all for granted
Taking back the times I said I loved you
What's honest, honest, honest isn't you
Your pictures, pictures, pictures need to burn
Like fire, fire, liars' never learn
(Mumbled) The downfall of their relationship was that he
never looked at from anyone elses point of view except
for his own.
Now all he has are memories, faded away, watch them burn.
Taking back the times I said I loved you
What's honest, honest, honest isn't you
