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

pray for some wings

Girl with broken wings

by Manchester Orchestra

On the porch, she will sit,

light another cigarette,

and take a sip of anything that makes it right.

She's outside, trying to hide from the fight just inside,

where her mom and her dad destroy each other

and on the phone she will call

every boy, yeah, one and all.

They will touch her in all the right places.

And in her room, she will slide

down the bed and try to fly,

and she will fall once again for the feeling

and as he grabs her brown hair,

she is faking

that the feeling he gives her is real

as the floor underneath the bed is

breaking

she will finish what she starts with "i love you."

so from her head to her toes,

nervous hands and runny nose,

all of this just for one night of feeling

and in her ears she will hear

all the things that hide her fears

of dying young and making plans for the future.

and all the marks on her arms

symbolize a fractured heart

and all the boys that were smart

left her alone

so from the roof, she will fly

15 feet down the side

of the house where she once was happy

yes it's true, she's aware

that she is breaking

and it's true, she can't do anything

well in her blue underwear

she is thinking how

in jesus' precious name

she got here

well it's sad but it's true

she is ending

but for now, she will pray for some wings

on a black cadillac she is landing hard

yet her parents' biggest worry is the car

You just have got to love this song! It's so sad, yet perfect. It really gets to me.. every time!

Do you guys know any other song, that is about as tragic as this perfection?

be strong, believe

alive.not.necessarily.living.a.life.

I had this feeling life was pasing by

I slowly realized it was flashing before my eyes

Now I am stuck here to stay

'Cause it's hard to die when you are already dead

I am already dead

BE STRONG. BELIEVE.

Shallow? might seem that way!

If you'd ask whoever that knows who I am, they would guaranteedly call me shallow. Though I'm quite not, just another act of mine.. However I prefer to call myself self-consious, you see, I'm very aware of myself, but not in a shallow kind of way. You know, I'm not the girl who believes herself to be the most prettiest girl in the world... I am just aware-aware of myself, of my flaws to tell the truth. Anyhow, I could rise from where I am sitting just to stand in front of a mirror, doing nothing, for the next thirty minutes or so. I would studdy my very own reflexion, counting all the flaws of mine, telling myself that I'm not capable of becoming perfection itself. It's sort of tragic I suppose, though I'm used to it... used to be as ugly as ugly might be, to others.

BE STRONG. BELIEVE.

Freaking Perfection

Every day it's all the same

I'm falling into this depression thing

Every night I'm awake

Lying there just to fake

I wish I was pretty

Freaking Perfection

But they took it all away

And when I try to take it back I fail

My brain delude me

Want to make me high

Though I'm always down

And all I'm begging for is prettiness

Freaking Perfection!

BE STRONG, BELIEVE!