Taking Back Sunday - Timberwolves At New Jersey lyrics

Get up, get up, c'mon, c'mon, let's go

There's just a few things I think that you should know

Those words at best were worst than teenage poetry

Fragmented ideas and too many pronouns

Stop it, c'mon, you're not making sense now

You can't make them want you

There all just laughing

Literate and stylish

Kissable and quiet

Well that's what girls

Dreams are made of

And that's all you need to know

You have it or you don't

Stop it, c'mon, you know I can't help it

I've got the mic and you've got this mosh pit

What will it take to make you admit that...

You were wrong

Was his demise so carefully constructed

Well let's just say I got what I wanted

Because in the end it's always the same

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

Rest the weight you had your chance and folded

Don't hold your breath because it only makes things worse

(I know something that you don't know)