I'm writing this song to tell you that I'm sorry
Because
Hiding in back and never make a sound,
If you don't
Take these promises I've made and hold them strong
Don't think
Walk home,
Drowning these memories in the rain
Biting my lip to
Well you think you know it all
You think that you
Well I've been waiting for the right time to tell
"None Of My Friends Are Punks"
nooone
We got it we got
Well I think the time has come
to tell you
I met this girl the other day
Sitting alone on
There's a broken needle scratching my 45 collection
Through a burnt
I've been sitting here for hours,
I've burned an image of
Somewhere down on Fullerton,
There's a place we used to go
Late night
A long day
Somehow it's never quite enough
And maybe
I'm lazy
It
you left a guy who told you where to be
If I could tell you one thing
Then I'd tell you
Driving through nights on empty roads
Hoping the clubs promote our