I'm talking to the ceiling

This is me with the words on the tip of my tongue
And my eye through the scope
down the barrel of a gun.
Remind me not to ever act this way again.
This is you trying hard to
make sure that you're seen
With a girl on your arm
and your heart on your sleeve.
Remind me not to ever think of you again.

Ni har inget val. Ni måste läsa.
Jag hatar mitt Tell all your friends-beroende.