Тексты песен Bad Books

second half right? We started a fire; that was never supposed to burn out. You started a band; that cool for a while but it turned pretty bland. I started to fight; with the neighbor next door and his

I caught you catterwaulin' 'n giving grief Thought you were cannonballin after me I let your actions speak for themselves And wished you well But you're a mirror I cannot void Strung out and jittery a