- Votes:
- Composers:
- Brian Lane
- Vincent Accardi
- Jesse Lacey
- Garrett Tierney
- Genres:
- Emo
- Rock
- Tags:
- alternative
- brand new
- punk rock
- See also:
Brand New - Secondary lyrics
And it comes down to you,
Never and ever, wrecked his day.
Looks and flirts at midnight in your shortest skirt.
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank you for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters,
This isn't for the better.
You've put me down.
It's for the worse.
You're not my girl.
(Can't recall, I can't recall all the times.)
I can't recall all the times,
That she talked down to you.
Letter's come again.
Stop the circulation,
To my legs and break my bones.
Dateless and late,
I'm better by myself at home.
Past the point of trying and I'm dying here.
Secondary laughs at every word,
I know came out completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters,
This isn't for the better.
You've put me down.
It's for the worse.
You're not my girl.
Stop these looks and letters,
This isn't for the better.
You've put me down.Brand New - Secondary - http://motolyrics.com/brand-new/secondary-lyrics.html
It's for the worse.
You're not my girl.
And it's my last semester.
And brothers always come first.
It's my last semester. (It's my last semester.)
At least until next winter. (At least until next winter.)
But I'm sure I'll be over this by then.
Past the point of trying, I'm a dying breed.
Thank you for reminding me of all the things I've done completely wrong.
Stop these looks and letters,
This isn't for the better.
You've put me down.
It's for the worse.
You're not my girl.
(Better scenes... I wish you'd seen me.)
Stop these looks and letters,
(Better off if I just let it be.)
This isn't for the better.
(Better pretend it don't matter.)
You've put me down.
(Better off if I could have her.)
It's for the worse.
You're not my girl.
(Better days since the day I met her.)
Stop these looks and letters,
(I'd better hope she got my letters.)
This isn't for the better.
(Better off in two year stretches.)
You're not my girl.