Failure by Design - Brand New
Written by:Brand New
Watch you on the one's and two's
Through a window in a well lit room
Become a recluse
And I blame myself 'cause I make things hard and
Your just trying to help
And when I wake up your the first to call
This is one more late night basement song
And I'm so sore my voice has gone to hell
And this is one more sleepless night
Because we don't believe in filler baby
If I could I'd sit this out
This is over this is a lesson in procrastination
When I say it's over
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off means
Another lonely night I got
To race the clock
When I say it's over
What say we go and crash your car
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my
Shoulder I'm another day late
And one year older
It's failure by design
And we just want sleep but this night is hell
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself because
I make things hard and your
Just trying to help
I got no gas I'm winding out my gears
This is one more day on the verge of tears
And now my head hurts
And my health is a joke
And now I got to stop 'cause the headphones broke
And we don't believe in filler
Baby if I could I'd sit this out
This is over this is a lesson in procrastination
When I say it's over
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off means
Another lonely night I
Gotta race the clock
Say it's over
What say we go and crash your car
And over every time I leave you go and lock the door
And I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design
I'm out of everything
No one sleeps until we get
This sh*t out on the shelves
It's late I'm faltering
But this time I got nothing to say besides
To do do do do do
To do do do do do
To do do
Nothing when I say beside
This is over this is a lesson in procrastination
When I say it's over
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off means
Another lonely night I
Gotta race the clock say it's over
What say we go and crash your car
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
And I walk myself picking
At a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year
Older it's failure by design