Well, this is my newest song... Some of it may not make sense but it all has a certain meaning Anyway, here you go, hope you enjoy it "I Guess "Goodbye" Is Traditional, Mate" These lips long for broken hearts, To kiss and make bitter, But they don't know when to start, And stopping them, leaves nothing better, So just hold, onto me, I swear I'll take you back, And I don't know when to stop, And it's hard to keep on track, But just remember, I'll take you back... I don't waste my time... It's now tomorrow, And yesterday seems like a year ago, But now the weekend beckons to end, And the age-old method failed us. Now the world just loves being fucked up... (It's over, it's over) And I say with that glint in my eye; ("It's over, it's over, it's over,") And I repeatedly look up to the sky; (All over, and over, and over,) I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored, I'm getting... (It's over, it's over, it's over,) It's over, it's over, it's over... These wounds long for bandages, To hold and make bitter, But they don't hold on for ages, And cleaning them, leaves nothing better, So just hold, onto me, When the darkness has settled, I'll remember the times, And I thought we'd be alright, But just remember, I'll take you back... I don't waste my time... It's now tomorrow, And yesterday seems like a year ago, But now the weekend beckons to end, And the age-old method failed us. Now the world just loves being fucked up... (It's over, it's over) And I say with that glint in my eye; ("It's over, it's over, it's over,") And I keep on looking up to the sky; (All over, and over, and over,) I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored, I'm getting... (It's over, it's over, it's over,) It's over, it's over, it's over... And I don't waste my time... (We're over, we're over) It's now tomorrow, And yesterday seems like a year ago, But now the weekend beckons to end, And the age-old method failed us. Now the world just loves being fucked up... (It's over, it's over) And I say with that glint in my eye; ("It's over, it's over, it's over,") And I keep on looking up to the sky; (All over, and over, and over,) I'm getting bored, I'm getting bored, I'm getting... (It's over, it's over, it's over,) We're over, we're over, we're over...