Lyric Ballad For The Lost Romantics

I ve grown sick
I ve gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still can t hear me
I m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I m not supposed to
Here s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I ight say things that you don t wanna hear
But someday you might care
And I won t be there
No I won t be there
Here s to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I m punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I m not supposed to
Here s to us fools that have no meaing
I tip my glass to you
Let s toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow