Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dog Problems, artist - The Format. Album song Dog Problems, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.07.2006
Record label: The Vanity Label
Song language: English
Dog Problems |
Don’t you dare |
Speak for someone you don’t know |
They’ll feel it in the back of their throat |
We know I cant construct a poem |
'Cause words like girls get bored and run |
c’est la vie |
I say «I've got so many better things» |
I’ve got nothing |
you should see me I smoke myself to sleep |
And blame postmodern things I cant relate |
Like summer camp and coastal states |
Like alcohol and coffee beans |
Dance floors and magazines |
I think its safe to say I’ve only got |
myself to blame |
But boys in swooping haircuts |
are bringing me down |
Taking pictures of themselves |
oh no |
?Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are? |
And so I walk the web in search of love |
But always seem to end up stuck |
I’m finding flaws in everyone. |
I’ve reached the point where all I want |
Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up We are parallel lines |
We’re running in circles |
We’re never meant to cross |
I’m at a loss |
You were my tangerine |
My pussycat, my trampoline |
Now all’s I get are wincing cheeks |
And dog problems |
I signed a lease |
Thinking my heart belonged |
at 93rd and park |
Instead I broke a girls heart |
And flew back to Phoenix |
to finish the year as it started |
Can you hear me? |
Are you listening? |
This is the sound of my heart breaking |
And I hope it’s entertaining |
Cause for me it’s a bitch |
Was it worth it? |
When you slept with him? |
Did you get it all out of your system? |
I am a man |
Holding it all |
I couldn’t breath |
Coming across |
I didn’t know |
I couldn’t get up B is for believing you’d always be here for me E is for everything, even when we’d see it though |
C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to… |
A because, because, you always run away |
I never finish phrases I misspell |
An open arm’s a prison cell |
When I said, «I hate what I’ve become» |
I lied, I hated who I was |
So when you start to wonder |
about the pain in my throat, |
Then don’t you ever, no never ever |
Speak for someone |
You |
don’t |
know |