bad things come in threes

Threes (demo version)

by The Format

Eliza's in the elevator

Finding words that rhyme with sunny

I think it's funny how she just leaves funny out

And me, I'm on my way downstairs

Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly

I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about

And how I wish it would rain tonight

I'd find a good excuse to stay inside

And watch those props come tumbling through the air

'Cause it's been the worst year of my life

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die

So could you please, could you please, could you please

Grow out you hair?

William plays harmonica and guitar

By the side of the sidewalk

I'd love to stay and steal his melody

'Cause he hasn't an answer to force

No one cares about his voice, no

No, not a choice

Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me

And now I wish I could stab my throat

There goes your wife, your car, your home

There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own

And Becca you could come back to my clothes

The only note I'll hold is the one you fold

Could you please, oh could you please, oh could you please

Grow out your hair?

Grow it dark and long like the winter

With no split ends, split ends are like friends

I don't need them

And if you've got older friends

Then I suggest you listen to them

Cause they're all I want, the world, the fallen home?

All the prophets...cause they're all in the window?

Yeah, my life is just like religion

I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, oh.

Well they say all bad things come in threes

Well the last year has made the last three look so easy

You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me

So bandage up your wrists, throw away your prescriptions, and

And baby come back for me, yeah

My legs gave in on Forty-Second,

Lord, I think it's a hint...

be strong, believe