paroles de chanson Dear Boy - The Format

You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy

We watch the stock drop
They say we're just not high octane
I want to exchange hits for a testament
And this will be my sacrifice
Up in the clouds pick up the tab put me down
Now gently just drop me 'cause this is not a gallery
Well she takes me seriously
What a joke
She would know if she wasn't too scared to pick up the phone
And go hey
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy

The crime fits the punishment
And an ice cold Sal stabbing demons at dusk
She says well who do you trust?
I don't trust anyone
Who do you trust?
I don't trust nobody
Not even her?
No, not even me (Oh, please!)
Well you're not

Think you lie before deceiving
All the people that believe in me
Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
Somewhere Arthur Lee is bleeding
If I came to learn one thing from this
It's the people from Long Island aren't as old as they seem
They're older than they seem to be
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do

I turn my back to the mirror
All you see is my back
It's leaving you was somewhere lethal
To make a red dot
Let's see what you got
Ready or not
Here goes

The crime fits the punishment

You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not made for this
Dear boy
You're not (You're not made for this)
Dear boy
You're not (You're not made for this)