Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die, artist - Showbread. Album song No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Capitol Christian
Song language: English
If You Like Me Check Yes, If You Don't I'll Die |
Love letters that lead to bliss |
Embracing, youthful, love’s first kiss |
Stops after school, the parents are fooled |
Thinking they’ll be home so soon |
Waits for him in parking lots and hallways everyday |
And he smiles, anticipating, thinking of the words to say |
Then it begins this absurd parade |
Such an unproductive way to behave |
The accusations are unending |
Tiring, no more listening |
I wish I never read his name written on your notebook |
Wish I didn’t break my neck to take another look |
Wish I never held your hand, wish I never knew your name |
Or I wish from the day we met, nothing ever changed |
Then you put your hands on my face |
Pink roses and red valentine lace |
You’re dancing like hot dripping wax |
Like your fingertips running up my back |
Truest parts of feelings, feelings within |
Skinned by insecurities in him |
Will no longer retort to the truth |
Half-decade charade, wasted youth |
Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying |
Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying |
Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying |
Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m dying |
I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying, I’m dying |
Please don’t say the words he screams |
Please don’t let me go |
Please don’t cut me up again |
Just to turn and go |
How many ways can I say I care? |
Run my fingers through your silk-y hair |
Look up and see |
The pale skin |
Of your back as you walk away, again |
Look up and see |
The pale skin |
Of your back as you walk away |
The ring’s been set in the shape of her finger |
Still on and off the torment that lingers |
Going through and falling again |
Where are we going? |
Where have we been? |
It’s so much simpler than we make it |
Fearing the other one can fake it |
Tears, and sweat, and lips again |
I wonder if she’ll stay with him |
The words we share are nothing short of inspired |
I love you’s and I miss you’s |
'Cross a telephone wi-re |
She says she never thinks of another |
I wonder if she’s a LI-AR, yeah?! |