| Song | Jackson |
| Artist | Cymbals Eat Guitars |
| Album | Lose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [ti:] | |
| [ar:] | |
| [al:] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Guitar solo] | |
| [01:02.34] | You’re taking two Klonopin |
| [01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
| [01:14.24] | And face our friends |
| [01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
| [01:28.12] | He ain’t nothing but a prayer card |
| [01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
| [01:40.77] | We’re riding through Jackson pines |
| [01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
| [01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
| [01:58.55] | And I’m shook |
| [02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
| [02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
| [02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
| [02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
| [02:51.35] | We're right back in Manalapan |
| [02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
| [03:02.36] | On your former street |
| [03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
| [03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
| [03:14.53] | To convince you |
| [03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
| [03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
| [03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I’m back at home |
| [03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
| [03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
| [03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
| [04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [04:25.99] | So there’s nothing to do when |
| [04:32.21] | It's a foregone conclusion |
| [04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
| [04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
| [05:18.66] | I don’t wanna die |
| [05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
| [05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
| [05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus | |
| Guitar solo | |
| [01:02.34] | You' re taking two Klonopin |
| [01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
| [01:14.24] | And face our friends |
| [01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
| [01:28.12] | He ain' t nothing but a prayer card |
| [01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
| [01:40.77] | We' re riding through Jackson pines |
| [01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
| [01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
| [01:58.55] | And I' m shook |
| [02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
| [02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
| [02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
| [02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
| [02:51.35] | We' re right back in Manalapan |
| [02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
| [03:02.36] | On your former street |
| [03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
| [03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
| [03:14.53] | To convince you |
| [03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
| [03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
| [03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I' m back at home |
| [03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
| [03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
| [03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
| [04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [04:25.99] | So there' s nothing to do when |
| [04:32.21] | It' s a foregone conclusion |
| [04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
| [04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
| [05:18.66] | I don' t wanna die |
| [05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
| [05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
| [05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |
| ti: | |
| ar: | |
| al: | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus | |
| Guitar solo | |
| [01:02.34] | You' re taking two Klonopin |
| [01:08.57] | So you can quit flipping |
| [01:14.24] | And face our friends |
| [01:21.52] | You dated the sainted dead |
| [01:28.12] | He ain' t nothing but a prayer card |
| [01:31.57] | Tacked up with my record jackets |
| [01:40.77] | We' re riding through Jackson pines |
| [01:46.95] | Towards Six Flags to wait in lines |
| [01:52.19] | Have our spines shook |
| [01:58.55] | And I' m shook |
| [02:09.68] | Got the space sickness |
| [02:16.11] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [02:22.73] | A delirious kiss |
| [02:29.16] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [02:31.77] | Getting good at looking so in love |
| [02:39.70] | My eyes are unfocused |
| [02:51.35] | We' re right back in Manalapan |
| [02:57.31] | Those rainbows of oil spin |
| [03:02.36] | On your former street |
| [03:05.81] | Are we more than meat? |
| [03:08.98] | Not a goddamn thing we could have said |
| [03:14.53] | To convince you |
| [03:16.70] | Now I dream in color of your face |
| [03:24.35] | And the coast in your mirror shades |
| [03:29.46] | Only feel relief when I' m back at home |
| [03:40.20] | Falling forward alone |
| [03:45.87] | With the space sickness |
| [03:52.26] | While we wait on the weightlessness |
| [03:58.63] | A delirious kiss |
| [04:05.02] | And the feeling of falling in |
| [04:25.99] | So there' s nothing to do when |
| [04:32.21] | It' s a foregone conclusion |
| [04:38.49] | A pool overflowing and bursting |
| [04:47.32] | Come the fuck on |
| [05:18.66] | I don' t wanna die |
| [05:24.93] | At the hands of the Jackson Whites |
| [05:31.36] | Let the warm air rush in |
| [05:37.90] | At the wreck up ahead |