Tekstovi: The Format. Dog Problems. Oceans.

:
You've got flaws
that you wont admit
yet you tell me its a sin
that i dont believe in God...
you traded in your cross
for a chance to dance with stars
now nothing is sacred

ooo
ive given thought to leaving
ooo
f-f-f-for some time
ooo
if only i could read a map
my moat is new mexico
so its you i wrote

i started sending you a note
on how i hope that youre happy
i hear youre somewhere in the sand
and how i wish i was an ocean
maybe then, id get to see you again

now all my friends
they break and they bend
they take shape and they tend
to get better with time
and i say:
"who am i to work so much less to get more
you all deserve what i am walking towards
if you want, you should move away"

ooo
this has become a weakness
ooo
the golden state wins again
ooo
perhaps its time i settle down
say its blue, at least thats a plus
plus, i miss you so much

why am i scared of people in a room?
why cant they see a good time are the people close to you?
why dont i just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
oh ay oh
oh ay oh
why am i scarred from what she did to me?
why cant i trust the only one who's yet to believe?
why dont i just give in, have a drink and shake some hands?
oh ah oh
oh ah oh

ooo
ive given thought to leavin
ooo
f-f-f-for some time
ooo
maybe its time i put a profile up of who i want to be
fool everyone, just to start over clean
i can hide behind a big blue screen
or you can return to me
(return to me)