Dashboard Confessional - Screaming Infidelities Lyrics
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Screaming Infidelities
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What Are The Lyrics For Screaming Infidelities By Dashboard Confessional?
Can I? Ok
I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak And this bottle of beast is taking me home I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets But you're not alone, and you're not discreet Make sure I know who's taking you home I'm reading your note over again There's not a word that I comprehend Except when you signed it "I will love you always and forever" As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs And sit alone and wonder How you're making out And as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out I'm missing your laugh How did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you're pretending I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets And I am alone In my defeat I wish I knew you were safely at home I'm missing your bed I never sleep Avoiding the spots where we'd have speak And this bottle of beast is taking me home Well, as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs And sit alone and wonder How you're making out And as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone Making out Your hair, it's everywhere Screaming infidelities And taking its wear Your hair, it's everywhere Screaming infidelities And taking its wear Your hair, it's everywhere Screaming infidelities And taking its wear Your hair, it's everywhere Screaming infidelities And taking its wear |
Who Wrote Screaming Infidelities By Dashboard Confessional?
Christopher Andrew Carrabba
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