Coming out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine. Gotta gotta be down because I want it all. It started out with a kiss. How did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, It was only a kiss. Now I’m falling asleep and she’s calling a cab. While he’s having a smoke and she’s taking the drag. Now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest now. He takes off her dress now. Let me go. And I just can’t look, it’s killing me and taking control, jealousy. Turning saints into the sea, turning through sick lullaby. Joking on your alibi but it’s just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me, open up my eager eyes, I’m Mr. Brightside.
© The Killers
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Great, I go to look for the [more...] and nothing. So, I just got a paragraph from a song with nothing to say about it. It can’t reflect your thoughts completely as it was written by someone else. Can we have a bit of perspective here please? :P
is it my life???