quinta-feira, agosto 05, 2004

Is this it?

Can’t you see I’m trying, I don’t even like it
I just lie to get to your apartment
Now I’m staying there just for a while
I can’t think ’cause I’m just way too tired

Is this it?
Is this it?
Is this... it?

Said they’d give you anything you ever wanted
When they lied I knew they were just stable children
Trying hard not to realise I was sitting right behind them


Dear can’t you see, it’s them it’s not me
We’re not enemies, we just disagree
If I was like them, all pissed in this bar
He changes his mind, says I went too far
We all disagree I think we should disagree, yeah

Is this it?
Is this it?
Is this... it?

Can’t you see I’m trying, I don’t even like it
I just lie to get to your apartment
Now I’m staying there just for a while
I can’t think ’cause I’m just way too tired

The Strokes