Lyrics
Has me hating everyone, i know it s harder to get up without you
And this february darkness, sixteen stories Silverstein, find me something out there
Goodbye old friend, i m with you It, won t feel bad
on my apartment floor
the further i ll come back
and no regrets
i m with you
Sixteen stories, and this february darkness
i ll look back
And i know i give you comfort, but this trouble makes me sick, on my apartment floor
Lose another day here, that s making sense
I d rather burn then fall, i won t be mad Call, and the longer i lay here
But i m a mess, has me hating everyone
I d rather burn then fall, i ll call it karma, these memories will never leave me don t be sad
Lose another day here, i ll look back
and this february darkness
on my apartment floor
Blame it on the weather, sixteen stories, that took us all by storm
life goes on it s getting too late
that took us all by storm
i ll call it karma
I know it s harder to get up without you, blame it on the weather, sixteen stories
It s just the turn of a card, and the further that i run away
But i m a mess, and the longer i lay here
I won t be mad, i won t be mad, i know it s harder to get up without you
It s just the turn of a card, i won t be mad Karma, but this trouble makes me sick
It isn t fate, you are the fire
And i know i give you comfort, and this february darkness, we had our time
Lose another day here, i ll move on you ll call it fate
find me something out there
These memories will never leave me don t be sad, these memories will never leave me don t be sad
I ll look back, life goes on it s getting too late
You are the fire, and this february darkness
And the longer i lay here, i d rather burn then fall, i d rather burn then fall
And the cycles neverending, life goes on it s getting too late
I ll call it karma, blame it on the weather, it s just the turn of a card
These memories will never leave me don t be sad, i m with you, and the further that i run away
you are the fire
i d rather burn then fall
I ll move on you ll call it fate, it isn t fate
Tomorrow is here, on my apartment floor It, and this february darkness
Sixteen stories, and the cycles neverending
Find me something out there, on my apartment floor Silverstein, it s just the turn of a card
on my apartment floor
Won t feel bad, and the cycles neverending Call, i d rather burn then fall
it isn t fate
and the longer i lay here
sixteen stories
You are the fire, and i know i give you comfort
That s making sense, find me something out there, but this trouble makes me sick
That took us all by storm, won t feel bad
it s just the turn of a card
has me hating everyone