Letra de A Little Fight
Can we talk about something else? I can't stand the sound of my own voice right now It's hard not to make a scene When you stand at the door with your car keys saying "Oh, I hope the water's not too cold" I hope the water's not too close to the interstate Where the guardrail's gone by the edge of the lakeAnd tears start to fill your eyes While you're crossing fast over painted lines Oh, with four wheels pointed towards the shore You give in and you give up onControl of yourself and of everything else There is nothing to fear when you're living in hell And everything's spinning but nothing makes sound And you're trying to scream but the words don't come outAnd you know It's too late now It's too late now It's too late now It's too lateIt's too late now It's too late