Lyrics

Well, should I write myself out of the history books And mark a place in time for every chance you took? Don't get me wrong, I know you've got your life in place I've yet to take the hint some day I'm sure I'll get the picture and stop waiting up When it all comes down To a sunrise on the east side Will you be there to carry home The remains of my wasted youth? This wasted time on you has left me shaking in waiting Shaking in waiting for something more Tonight is alive with the promise of a street fight There's money on the table Says your cheap shots won't be able to break bones I've yet to break a sweat I'll make your past regret Its future, here's to When it all comes down To a sunrise on the east side Will you be there to carry home The remains of my wasted youth? This wasted time on you has left me Shaking in waiting for something more Hands up Make all of my decisions for me I've never taken the fall for deceit We'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like Make all of my decisions for me I've never taken the fall for deceit We'll keep a secret if you keep me guessing The taste of your lips says we shouldn't have met like this Alright, hands up Now sing it with me I can keep a secret if you can keep me guessing The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me pressing For more than just a moment of truth between the lies told To pull ourselves away from the lives we leave back I can keep a secret if- Travis! The flavor of your lips is enough to keep me here 'Cause when it all comes down To a sunrise on the east side Would you be there to carry me home The remains of my wasted youth? This wasted time on you has left me Shaking in waiting for something more Give it up for Travis from We The Kings There it is, there it is, that's the moment That's the fucking moment right there (BTG) what does that mean? (Bare Titty Group) Boys Tug Girls (Boys Touch Girls) Boys Touch Girls, that was better (it's a Boys Like Girls cover band) That was funnier It's what we're changing our name to Yes (yes) So before we start this next song I think a little bit of recognition is in order (We have one of the best crews out of any fucking band in the world) This shit would not get done without them so (We have to thank our crew because they're fucking awesome) Hey, can we, can we assemble them on stage? I know some of you are front of house And right now Jeff Maker and Evan Kirkendall, our sound guy and our light guy (They don't matter) you guys fucking rule You're nice to look at, and you're nice to tour with, so (if you see them-) Give it up for them back there right now Now- (hey Alex, those two people are making out) Where? Oh, shit (yo, camera guy) he's on it, look at that crane (yo) Look swivel, it's two girls, no, maybe, no it's not, it's a guy (He said fuck you) I'm sorry, dude, you have long hair And you're tanned and you're not very hairy like I am (We thought you were Chad Kroeger from Nickelback) I'm just saying, dude, if I met you in a dark alley I might make out with you accidentally, but hey All French kissing distractions aside, I'd like to bring our crew out on stage The ones that are up here, get out here (lipstick on your cheek) I know Juliet kissed me, I know, I know I have lipstick I was saving it, Grieco, get out here What the fuck are you guys doing? Why are you being so awkward? (Our crew fucking sucks) I'm gonna come back there Come on, get out here, come on, come on (get out here) Come on, come on (get the fuck out here), come on (what are you doing?) God dammit, they look so ashamed, they're like "fuck, man" (You guys look like you're in a fucking goth band) Alex Grieco, Matt Flyzik, who are y-? Danny Kurily, and Matt Colussy Give it up Nice Louis Vuitton belt It's 'cause he works for All Time Low, he makes enough money (Danny, you can't-, you can't ask for a raise) (And come to work wearing a Louis Vuitton 400 dollar belt, bro) "Dude, I just feel like you guys don't pay me enough" Danny, you're wearing more expensive clothes than I am You just stepped out of a Learjet What the fuck am I supposed to think? (This is our last song)
Writer(s): Alexander William Gaskarth, Robert Ryan Dawson, Jack Bassam Barakat, Zachary Steven Merrick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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