blink-182 - Lemmings

A freight train to the right
Feeling that sting of pride
It's fucking with me, it's fucking with you
All's fair in love and war
Until you say it isn't but you're wrong

Words on the back of flyers
My clothes are in the dryer
It means nothing, nothing is changing
La familia is dead and gone
The children grew up and moved on

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I'm only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

Prime select and a box of glazed
Pulling fly-bys on days when we were young and innocent
Elbow-drop Sundays when Mark Eaton got beat to shit

Laugh at the bands we hate
All the spots we used to skate
Well they're still there, but we've gone our own ways
I know it's for the best but sometimes I wonder
Will I ever have friends like you again?

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I'm only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

Is it too much to ask for the things to work out this time?
I'm only asking for what is mine
I wanted everything, I got it and now I'm gonna
Throw it away, I'll throw it away, yeah

You're gonna drown in the mess you make
Your self-inflicted hate
You turn your back on the friends you lose
When they don't follow all your rules

But people are what they wanna be
They're not lemmings to the sea
Maybe it's time you looked at yourself
And stop blaming life on someone else

Written by:
Tom DeLonge, Mark Hoppus, Scott Raynor

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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