SINGER: New Found Glory

SONG:Understatement

I'm sick of smiling and so is my jaw can't you see my front is crumbling down i'm sick of being someone i'm not please get me out of this slump i'm sick of clapping when i know i can do it better for myself i'm sick of waiting sick of all these words that will never matter
I wire these nerves together hoping for a chance to think on time and i'm tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you're getting worse i swear it it's hard to prove you're an understatement you're getting worse and i know that you'll be calling calling calling me again
I'm done with everything that had to do with you don't worry your pictures are already burned i'm done with new friends don't sell yourself short you'll lose it in the end
I wire these nerves together hoping for a chance to think on time and i'm tracing over your letter to see if your intentions are as good as mine
But you're getting worse i swear it it's hard to prove you're an understatement but you're getting worse and i know that you'll be calling calling calling me again
I can't help how i feel no i can't help how i feel
But you're gettin worse i swear it it's hard to prove you're an understatement you're gettin worse and i know that you'll be calling calling me again calling me again calling me again
But you're getting worse i swear it it's hard to prove you're an understatement but you're getting worse and i know you'll be calling calling calling me again