Taking Back Sunday.




"I never had a choice
I never had a choice
To leave that chokehold molding
Aorund that two hinged doorway
I couldn't find the parts to fix
The listless nagging in my brain
(How long?)
Before I'm just a memory,
(How long?)
Before you can't remember me,
(How long?)Remember me.

Lover, lover, on the fence
Bat your eyes, ball a fist
And swing (swing) swing (swing)
Before you leave
Lover, lover, tell me this
Passion over consequence,
When did the latter take the lead?
Just swing...
Just swing, (swing), swing, (swing), swing."





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