Artist: new found glory
Song: ballad for the lost romantics
Album: New Found Glory
Year: 2000
I've grown sick, I've gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want but you still, still can't hear me
I'm punching myself out, holding in my breath
I can't take this lightly, throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do, do what i'm not supposed to
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I might say things you don't wanna hear
But someday you might care and I won't be there
No I won't be there
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow, forget about tomorrow
I'm punching myself out, holding in my breath
I can yell all I want, throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do, do what i'm not supposed to
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Here's to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow