Letra da Música Back Drop de Last Conservative

The backdrop gets blurry
the colors fade together
You barely looked back
but is barely enough?
Oh, tomorrow I'll be somewhere
it seems so far away
everything seems far away
The backdrop gets blurry

So who the open book?
and who's the open door?
I'd close them if I could
but I never could before
I'm still waiting...
it's two in the morning
and every headlight
looks like yous

And every night about this time
I grab the wheel it seems so familiar
things get hectic, and I get nervous
and I get nothing.
So go right ahead
'cause it rolls right off of you

So who the open book?
and who's these the open door?
I'd close them if I could
but I never could before
I'm still waiting...
it's two in the morning
and every headlight
looks like yous

I hope I mean it this time
and I hope you mean it this time.

Same old conversations
same old television
I'm so weak
I make my confessions
for most of the day
and the choices I make
and there's prices to pay
and there's consequences
of the meaningless, the ridiculous
and you all look the same underneath
you never make sense
you never mean a thing
the lights go out
and everything's blurry

So I'm the open book.
I'm the open door.
I'd close them if I could
but I never could before
and I'm sick and tired of waiting
it's two in the morning
and every headlight should be yours