The Format – Threes lyrics

Hazards in the elevator
I've been worst
When I'm with sunny
I think its funny how she just leaves funny out

And me I'm on my way down stairs
Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly
I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about
And how I wish it would rain tonight
I'd have a good excuse to stay inside
And watch those drops come tumbling through the air
Cause it's been the worst year of my life
I don't want to live I don't want to die
So could you please, could you please, could you please,
Grow out your hair

William plays harmonica and guitar
On the side of the sidewalk
I'd love to stay and steal his melody
Cause he hasn't got a care in the world
Not an answer to post
No one cares about his voice
Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me
Now I wish I could stab my throat
Well there goes your wife your car your home
There goes the life I convinced myself I want
And Becca you can come back to my clothes
The only note ill hold is the ones you fold
Could you please, could you please, could you please,
Grow out your hair

Well I'm talking long
Like the Windsurf
With no split ends
Split ends are like friends
I don't need them
She has got this friend
He is friends with a crippled man
And I know I can for I let you know
And it's not too much for you that eyes play a big role
My life is just like religion, I'm making it up as I go

Well they say all bad things come in threes
Well the last year has made the last three look so easy
You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me
So bandage up your wrist, throw away your prescription
And, and baby come back to me, yeah!

I lead her away
To get ready for the day
She'll never regret
The love is what has kept me on my feet