We sit so patiently
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
Pull this car over, we could drive this road forever
But I don't think I'll make it any farther
I can see how this will end
We sit so patiently
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
The sirens are singing
I can hear the hell they're bringing
Yet, we keep on driving the nail into this coffin
I can see how this will end
The truth can be so ugly so lie to me and tell me that you love me
And I'll reply "nothing's ever going to work out"
Wait, wait, I think I sense a crash
Put my teeth on the dash
Because I need to taste this mess
I need to taste this mess
Nothing's ever going to work out
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The Lows - Glasgow Smile Lyrics
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We sit so patiently
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
Pull this car over, we could drive this road forever
But I don't think I'll make it any farther
I can see how this will end
We sit so patiently
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
The sirens are singing
I can hear the hell they're bringing
Yet, we keep on driving the nail into this coffin
I can see how this will end
The truth can be so ugly so lie to me and tell me that you love me
And I'll reply "nothing's ever going to work out"
Wait, wait, I think I sense a crash
Put my teeth on the dash
Because I need to taste this mess
I need to taste this mess
Nothing's ever going to work out
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
Pull this car over, we could drive this road forever
But I don't think I'll make it any farther
I can see how this will end
We sit so patiently
Our heads are pointed to the floor
I cut your mouth wide
These scars will make you smile
So you can't fake it anymore
The sirens are singing
I can hear the hell they're bringing
Yet, we keep on driving the nail into this coffin
I can see how this will end
The truth can be so ugly so lie to me and tell me that you love me
And I'll reply "nothing's ever going to work out"
Wait, wait, I think I sense a crash
Put my teeth on the dash
Because I need to taste this mess
I need to taste this mess
Nothing's ever going to work out
Writer: Blake Sturchio
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