Reuben. Racecar Is Racecar Backwards. Stuck In My Throat. Zeneszám

These wars of words are pointless
Nothing gets accomplished, no
To see you bent and broken
You'd think I'd like it

But I don't
It disgusts me
That I can be
So petty and so weak

Yeah, You're sorry
Everyones always so sorry
Yeah,
And I thought I heard you say
"To lose is not ok, win is the only way"
Guess what I did with my day
Well, I failed

Despite my reservations
I think it's time that we met, we met
And all these complications
(And all these complications)
Yeah they make me something i'm not

(This is a war)
You're kitten as a cat
I know where it's at
Yeah this is where it's at
Yeah,

Yeah you're sorry
Everyone is always so sorry
Yeah
And I thought saw you stray
But I love you anyway

And I'd like us to be forever
That's what I tried to say
But it got stuck in my throat
And words are missing
Words are missing
Words are missing
Words are missing
Stuck in my throat
Now that I know it could only be you
I try to speak out
But the words are missing
Words are missing