Twenty Five Songtext
von Great Cynics

When I sleep on the sofa tonight,
I′ll make sure my phone will be on top of the pile
Of my clothes on the left of me, 'cos then you′ll be close.
It's been a month today since you told me you liked
How I am after I stood behind you at a show
In Kingston.
I thought you were joking.
I'm hungover from the past six months
Coughing shit from my lungs and waking up on the tube at 2pm with nothing to do.
I′m scratching the plaque from my teeth,
Drinking cider in the morning but you′re still up for sitting next to me
And getting high.
"I'm not ready for some burned out bridge just yet"
I′ve got a lot to say and you've got to forget
What I forgot
And you can tell your best friend all the things I say to try to shake you like you′ve shaken me.
I'll give you that.
I listened to ′Everything Sucks' with you
And promised to never give up, you're too fun.
Yeah, you′re too good.


Let me be your release
From all this bullshit around us,
Don′t shut me out.
But you say it can't be this way,
But what′s to say.
At least we're still talking,
At least we′re alive.
"I'm not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
"I′m not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
"I'm not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
"I'm not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
"I′m not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
"I′m not ready for some burned out bridge just yet".
I'm not looking for attention,
I′m just trying to make something from this connection.
I'm not looking for attention,
I′m just trying to make something from this connection.
I'm not looking for attention,
I′m just trying to make something from this connection.
I'm not looking for attention,
I'm just trying to make something from this connection.