Book Of Stories — The Drums

You're perfect photographs on the wall And if I know you you're ok I don't wanna dance anymore I don't wanna sing anymore I don't wanna dance anymore we used to sing

I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor I thought I'd be fine till I needed more

I thought I'd be ok till I hit that floor Oh, I need more I need more I need more

I thought my life would get easier Instead its getting harder, instead it's getting harder

I thought my life would get easier, Instead it's darker, instead it's getting colder... Without you

My life's a book of short stories, And we wrote a new one everyday

I don't understand anymore You don't love me anymore I don't understand anymore and I can't think

Why can't I let you go? Why can't I let you go? Hate you I wanted to hate you