Taking Back Sunday - Follow The Format Lyrics
make a big scenemake this glass house my coffinyou missed the big picturewell its the words that youre coughing out on your sleeveso forge my sins here in songwell i'm telling you now what youve known all alongand its tired, so true, more subtle than youtheres a lull in the stereoits calling for you (calling for you)its calling for youwell i'm a slave to my vices (its true)theyve all been renamed as a crutchso drag my name and my face through the mudflattery can flatter me (flattery can flatter me)showing just how vicious you could bedo what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)trigger finger gets you pointed in the right directionmy new found discretionits not a lie if you believe itits no mistake if its always repeatedits not a lie if you believe itits no mistake if its always repeatedshall we call it quits or just wait? (its not a lie if you believe it)even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear saydo not say you know (its no mistake if its repeated)call me outits not a lie (its such a lie)but I dont need to hear it from youso whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)it gets easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)Show us just how vicious you could be
