New Found Glory - Understatement
I’m sick of smiling
And so is my jaw
Can’t you see my frown is dropped way down
I’m sick of being someone I’m not
Please get me out of this slump
I’m sick of clapping
When I know I can do it better for myself
I’m sick of waiting
Sick of all these words that will never matter
I’ll write these words together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I’m tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you’re
Getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
That you’ll be calling
Calling, calling me again
I’m dumped with everything
That had the two of you
Don’t worry your pictures are already burned
I’m dumped with new friends
Don’t sell yourself short
You’ll lose it in the end
I’ll write these words together
Hoping for a chance to think on time
And I’m tracing over your letter
To see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you’re
Getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
That you’ll be calling
Calling, calling me again
I can’t help how I feel
No I can’t help how I feel
But you’re
Getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
That you’ll be calling
Calling, calling me again
Calling me again
Calling me again
But you’re
Getting worse
I swear it
It’s hard to prove you’re an understatement
You’re getting worse
And I know
That you’ll be calling
Calling, calling me again