LØ REN ALL MY FRIENDS ARE TURNING BLUE M, V

LØREN ALL MY FRIENDS ARE TURNING BLUE All my friends are turning blue And I can t sing along with you Restless nights and scenic feuds Regret the things we didn t do They passed us right by Said all my friends are turning blue Tender age has gone in gloom Further away from things to prove No red lights or interviews And all we re left with Are running away She don t like the way you hold her Now it all seems far away All the wet matches we break Long complaints will dull our needle Eyes out for greatness Without shape or distance Keep head high with doubt in mine Kill myself or least my time Black and white to paint a few Mouth of gas from me to you Well that s just alright Now I can t take what I can t find More rest for the uninspired Those I wish I never knew Both thumbs up don t help to choose If we don t realize We can t leave We re never gonna She don t like the way you hold her Now it all seems far away All the wet matches we break Long complaints will dull our needle Eyes out for greatness W