Any input is helpful. We are a Punk band. We think.
You have just stepped into the ring for 12 rounds of Boxing Connie. (Ding Ding) Prepare to get knocked out.
Lyrics
I told her, I guess that,
the reason I'm best at
things she don't like
is cause I try to hard.
To be someone she hates.
Not to complicate,
and catch all the rights
and wrongs off-guard.
Maybe I'll whisper,
pretend that i kissed her,
and it's me that want's out.
My trolley never goes to the land
of make-believe.
I thought what we've got
is what we've see.
I hadn't
preplanned it
didn't know how it all would go
Remember?
September?
How was I to know?
What it's all about?
How could she forget?
I left my shoes at the door.
but she wanted a whole lot more.
Now, I'm soaking wet.
Here comes the clouds,
they're falling down,
or is it all in my head?
"Forever's" not as long
as you might believe.
I thought, what you want is "everything?"
The one time,
she was mine,
timing is a gift
I need to learn.
Through chances,
consequences,
ritual concern.
The things I need to learn.
When I have nothing left.
All the pieces I've kept,
All come running out of me
I really don't have a choice
But, to ignore the voice
That's trying to talk to me
Somethings holding me back
but I just won't retract
Why do they keep bothering me?
Sorry I won't be found.
You'll have to drag me down
Somebody's not telling me
the things I want to know
If you drop the charges,
and I'll let you go.
The one time,
she was mine,
timing is a gift
I need to learn.
The chances,
consequences,
ritual concern.
I hadn't
preplanned it
didn't know how it all would go
Remember?
December?
How was I to know?
The things I need to learn.
