Текст песни No One Goes Home - Making A Scene Of The Scene

Let me break this down yea, how the story comes together after you split in two
The world is spinning round how devastated you become lose the other half of you
He will lock his room up, he'll buy 13 pairs of scissors practice makes perfection
Starts to scrape, all the pictures off his walls, the kiss, the face, the infection

Climb up on a soapbox and shout you can't knock me out
Turn the volume up till you can't hear

He died his hair a different color, and took up a new name
She cut her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over this

Dressed up for a death-day, writing lyrics on her her mirror, hair is brushed into her face
She's wearing all black now, she forgot her whites and yellows all in boxes out at his place

Tell me that its hard to be untrue, and I'll come back at you
with 30,000 lies you made this year
Climb up on a soapbox and shout you can't knock me out
Turn the volume up till you can't hear

He died his hair a different color, and took up a new name
She cut her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over you

You, this just ain't right she's got no fight for
You, he's changed his locks, and burned his box of
You, she's not decaying he is saying
'break-up not break-down'

He died his hair a different color, and took up a new name
She cut her skirt a little shorter and killed off all the blame to get over this