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Reckless Serenade - Our Year Lyrics



Reckless Serenade - Our Year Lyrics




Twenty years has brought me here
The cusp of something still unclear
The future's screaming in my ear
So I slam the door
And I'm not sure what sucks more this empty house that I ignore
Or your new boyfriend I abhor with every fiber of my core

Who's keeping score, whose keeping score, whose keeping score
I'm always losing

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Wake up drained my head in pain
The words I never meant to say
Escaped last night, my cool has died in vain

I love my friends
I'll live and I'll learn and I'll die
I hate your friends
And I'll find a brand new song to write
I love your friends
About me and my friends and how you never meant a thing to them
I hate your friends

Who's keeping score
I'm always losing

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Through throwing punches
Our year this is our year
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Twenty years has brought me here
The cusp of something still unclear
The future's screaming in my ear
So I slam the door
And I'm not sure what sucks more this empty house that I ignore
Or your new boyfriend I abhor with every fiber of my core

Who's keeping score, whose keeping score, whose keeping score
I'm always losing

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Wake up drained my head in pain
The words I never meant to say
Escaped last night, my cool has died in vain

I love my friends
I'll live and I'll learn and I'll die
I hate your friends
And I'll find a brand new song to write
I love your friends
About me and my friends and how you never meant a thing to them
I hate your friends

Who's keeping score
I'm always losing

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Picking at sutures that I sewed myself
That's the last blood you'll draw babe
Your photo's off my shelf

I am through throwing punches, let me make this clear
You've wasted a good month, but you cannot take my year

Through throwing punches
Our year this is our year
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Writer: Corydon Bowie Brent, 35%, BMI, David Walter Kellogg, 12%, Mark Robert Neidhardt, Matthew Salvatore Ruggiero, 9%, Steven Michael Zeiss
Copyright: Lyrics © WHIRLED MUSIC PUBLISHING




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