Story of the Year. In Her Bedroom. Zeneszám

We both want the world
But we both know that this gets old.
If I could open up my chest then maybe
I could find a way to give you
Just a little piece of my heart.

Sometimes I would rather cut your lips
Right off your face than kiss them goodnight.

But then sometimes
You can make a room feel perfect when you try.
Because a mouth full of lies will leave a sour taste
That cuts just like a knife as it slides down your throat.

Yeah you give up the world and fall to your knees,
To show me that you care.

We could believe in windows,
But behind the broken glass are fairy tales.

In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
Yeah, knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know,
Yeah, here we go.

If I could find your eyes
From across the room we have to try.
Not to throw away this happiness
If the air explodes between us,
Then this is more than just a feeling.

Today I woke up missing you
Another day goes by alone.

We could believe in windows,
But behind the broken glass are fairy tales.

In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
Yeah, knowing that someday in her bedroom she will know,
Yeah, here we go.

Not every movie has a happy ending
But frame-by-frame
I learn to love you
When I see flowers bloom in your footsteps.

I learn to love you;
I learn to love you
Frame by frame,
Here we go!

In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
Yeah, knowing that someday in her bedroom she will...
In her bedroom I am throwing pieces of what I wish I could be,
Yeah, here we go.