Chapter 13

Plus-44

Compositor: Mark Hoppus

And my heart hangs from this noose
Like your footsteps in crowded rooms
Filled with the sweet scents of autumn blooms
Is this what you imagined?

Caught your glimpse from her empty stare
Hidden eyes behind her auburn hair
Catch my breath for the smoke to clear
And it's just as it should be

My best-laid plains will build and break your heart
Her guilty hands tear my whole world apart
My mind keeps racing
She's softly dreaming
I'm scraped and sober but theres no one listening

And we'll wake up in vacant rooms
Pull you close to my aching skin
Broken glass on the porcelain
Is this what you imagined?

We'll forget what we used to say
And our lives won't mean anything
Pull me close as I drift away
And it's just as it should be

My best-laid plains will build and break your heart
Her guilty hands tear my whole world apart
My mind keeps racing
She's softly dreaming
I'm scraped and sober but theres no one listening

And we'll both take our revenge
But we still won't feel any better
And we both take our revenge
But we still don't feel any better

I'm scraped and sober but there's no one listening

I'm scraped and sober but there's no on listening
To me at all