โหลดเพลง mp3 Burn After Writing - The Menzingers

Song: Burn After Writing
Artist: The Menzingers
Here's to you the same chords that I stole
From a song that I once heard
The same melody I borrowed from the void
I'd rather observe than structure a narrative
The characters are thin the plot does not develop
It ends where it begins

It's on the screen in paperbacks
In section eight and cul-de-sacs
Electro haikus and drunk sonnets
Are moving me along along

You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story
Is it boring
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story
Is it boring yo

What I'd give to force your sigh
What I'd give to see you cry
What I'd give for your caress
To see your blue cotton dress
Balled up on the floor

Certain memories are the problem
Certain drunken lines are the shame

Seven hundred miles and four years
I can't fight the flame it burns

It burns it burns it burns
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story
Is it boring
You cut my hair
You left red ink everywhere
Do my hands tell a story
Is it boring yo

Was I wishing on satellites
Tell me how you've been doing that trick

I'm just wishing the flame away

Now I'm wishing the flame away