Tekster:
Gym Class Heroes The Papercut Chronicles

[Adam Levine] My heart's a stereo It beats for you, so listen close Hear my thoughts in every note Make me your radio Turn me up when you feel low This

Thank you. You know exactly who you are You played the role of superglue When I was falling apart Through all the papercuts And all the broken hearts

Ba ba da da, ba ba da da Ba ba da da, ba ba da da, ba ba da da Take a look at my girlfriend She's the only one I got (Ba ba da da) Not much of a girlfriend

'd always pick and nag, call him, "Fag" and such and such And couldn't wait to get to gym so they could really bust his nuts The gym teacher never cared

the balls I could make references to books I never read For the sake of sounding conscious But, that's just obnoxious I could take off these bandages and Expose these papercuts

She says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts, it's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of Band

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons

She says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases When the door shuts, it's like another papercut And now I'm stuck with a hand full of Band

I took cutie for a ride in my death cab She tipped me with a kiss, I dropped her off at the meth lab Before she left she made a dashboard confessional