Lyrics:
Holiday Parade This Is My Year

cheek she's listening to Morissey all the while living like James Dean She's driving before it gets tough leaving me with my guitar I'll leave you with this

it's over I lose track of time but this you already know think out in rhyme but like sounds better when it flows and still you smile you tell me it's over, yeah. Yeah, is

you "Someday I'll take you there" I love the pretty songs you sing, The way you bring me to my knees With your paralyzing voice. Take my words and your