The Plot To Bomb The Panhandle Lyrics - Thursday

I've learned to let go 

Come on 

Here's a middle finger 

Coming straight from oca-l-a 

I appreciate your judgement 

It's proved that I can't trust a word you say 

Those must be some pair of binoculars 

That you see every move I make 

So I'll never be a liar 

But you'll always be two-faced 

You'll get what's coming to you 

You're blinded by your instincts 

I'm not your fucking game 

I'm not so easily beat 

I'm looking down at this mess that you've made 

And I can't believe that I stayed 

So unhappy for so long 

Where did I go wrong? 

I've got to get out of this 

My hand is on the handle 

We're leaving everything behind 

Goodbye for a lifetime 

I'll rip that scandalous bitch in two 

We'll bring the noise 

Try to pretend that I never even knew your name 

'Cause everything you are disgusts me 

(Too bad I can't turn back time) 

So I wouldn't be here 

What I'd give for you to disappear 

So tell me girly how's your edge? 

You've got nothing better to do 

I know why you can't see straight 

I thought you were better than this 

But you're just like everyone else 

I'm looking down at this mess that you've made 

And I can't believe that I stayed 

So unhappy for so long 

Where did I go wrong? 

I've got to get out of this 

My hand is on the handle 

We're leaving everything behind 

Goodbye for a lifetime 

I'll make my stand 

Right here with my friends 

I'll make my stand 

Right here with my friends 

I'll make my stand 

Right here with my friends 

I'll make my stand 

Right here with my friends 

I'll make my stand 

Right here with my friends 

Get low 

Now I know who my friends are 

I'm never coming home