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The Format - Dog Problems lyrics
"Dog Problems"
 Don't you dare 
 Speak for someone you don't know
 They'll feel it in the back of their throat
 We know I cant construct a poem
 'Cause words like girls get bored and run 
 c'est la vie
 I say "I've got so many better things" 
 I've got nothing
 you should see me
 I smoke myself to sleep
 And blame postmodern things I cant relate
 Like summer camp and coastal states
 Like alcohol and coffee beans
 Dance floors and magazines
 I think its safe to say I've only got 
 myself to blame
 But boys in swooping haircuts
 are bringing me down
 Taking pictures of themselves
 oh no
"Boys in swooping haircuts you know who you are"
 And so I walk the web in search of love 
 But always seem to end up stuck
 I'm finding flaws in everyone.
 I've reached the point where all I want
 Is to sleep around in hopes that I will catch back up
 We are parallel lines
 We're running in circles
 We're never meant to cross
 I'm at a loss
 You were my tangerine
 My pussycat, my trampoline
 Now all's I get are wincing cheeks
 And dog problems
 I signed a leaseThe Format - Dog Problems - http://motolyrics.com/the-format/dog-problems-lyrics.html
 Thinking my heart belonged 
 at 93rd and park
 Instead I broke a girls heart
 And flew back to Phoenix 
 to finish the year as it started
 Can you hear me? 
 Are you listening? 
 This is the sound of my heart breaking
 And I hope it's entertaining
 Cause for me
 it's a bitch
 Was it worth it? 
 When you slept with him? 
 Did you get it all out of your system? 
 I am a man
 Holding it all
 I couldn't breath 
 Coming across
 I didn't know 
 I couldn't get up 
 B is for believing you'd always be here for me
 E is for everything, even when we'd see it though
 C, C is for seeing through you, you are a fake, which brings me to...
 A because, because, you always run away
 I never finish phrases I misspell
 An open arm's a prison cell
 When I said, "I hate what I've become" 
 I lied, I hated who I was
 So when you start to wonder 
 about the pain in my throat, 
 Then don't you ever, no never ever
 Speak for someone
 You 
 don't 
 know













