Текстове на песни: Bayside. The Walking Wounded. (POP)Ular SciencE.

Nothing feels right
but my face smiles
paint pictures like everything's fine
she like wasn't told
so they've got spangles spinning bad songs into gold
and who decides whats wrong or right?

when the puzzle pieces twist
and seem like they won't fit their match
i'll be waiting, i'll be waiting
and all the best songs
what's the best about them?

i thought i was part of something more
but more the iller substand, the more demand
you can't lay brick on wet cement
or build castles out of sand
but who decides?

but when the puzzle pieces twist
and seem like they won't fit their match
then i will try and try again
and hope that someone will understands
i'll be waiting, i'll be waiting

and they can say they love you
but it still won't change a thing
cause the tides may turn tomorrow
and i won't be there to look

i can say
i've got to say
dollar by dollar your soul gets smaller
trending what we've fought to make ours

they don't care about
they don't care
it's a good thing that trends fade away
it's so much cooler in the shade

they don't care about
they don't care
we give in nightly to our addiction
a self inflected public crucifixion

they don't care about
they don't care
dollar by dollar your soul gets smaller
trending what we've fought to make ours

they don't care about
they don't care about..
they don't care
they never cared