Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1,000 Ruined Holidays, artist - 24hrs. Date of issue: 03.08.2017
Song language: English
1,000 Ruined Holidays |
| Betrayal in busloads |
| All the kids at home |
| All the kids who’ve heard my name |
| Been asking their friends a lot about me |
| «Do you think she’ll make it big? |
| It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t» |
| They gettin' desperate tryin' to find someone who doesn’t think so |
| They been droppin' surveys in mailboxes |
| Waiting outside a hundred garages |
| Hoping someone will finally knock and |
| Too threatened to ever drop it |
| Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets |
| They scared of parkin' too close and gettin' tickets |
| I’m scared of pullin' triggers |
| Scared of it slippin' through my fingers |
| I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name |
| And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me |
| They got the freezer door open |
| Cooling the whole state |
| Flutes in the cupboard |
| Ready with the chilled champagne |
| Dreaming of bitter ends |
| And toasting fallen friends |
| Nursing bruised tiptoes |
| Though all the kids I know |
| Are gonna talk about me anyway |
| I could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancing |
| And they would chatter all about me while the drunkards get distressed |
| «If she thinks she’s so good then why hasn’t she made it yet?» |
| They been talkin' dates like they can’t wait to see me |
| They’re gettin' nervous that I’m gettin' busy |
| The mountains miss you it’s been pretty chilly |
| How’s Hollywood, are you close to the city? |
| Are you close to the city? |
| Are you close to the city? |
| Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets |
| They scared of parkin' too close and gettin' tickets |
| I’m scared of pullin' triggers |
| Scared of it slippin' through my fingers |
| I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name |
| And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me |
| They got the freezer door open |
| Cooling the whole state |
| Flutes in the cupboard |
| Ready with the chilled champagne |
| Dreaming of bitter ends |
| And toasting fallen friends |
| I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in |
| Just the fact that I’m on my feet |
| Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet |
| I got a million eyes starin' my way |
| Hatin' me |
| It’s like I ruined their holidays |
| They call me back so they can push me away |
| Give me a taste |
| Of a thousand ruined holidays |
| I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name |
| And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me |
| They got the freezer door open |
| Cooling the whole state |
| Flutes in the cupboard |
| Ready with the chilled champagne |
| Dreaming of bitter ends |
| And toasting fallen friends |