Book Of Stories - The Drums

Your perfect photographs on the wall

And if I know you, you’re okay

I don’t wanna dance anymore

I don’t wanna sing anymore

I don’t wanna dance anymore

We used to sing

I thought I’d be okay 'til I hit that floor

I thought I’d be fine 'til I needed more

I thought I’d be okay 'til I hit that floor

Oh, I need more, I need more, I need more, I need more

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s getting harder, instead it’s getting harder

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s darker, instead it’s getting colder

Without you

My life’s a book of short stories

And we wrote a new one everyday

I don’t understand anymore

You don’t love me anymore

I don’t understand anymore and I can’t think

I thought I’d be okay 'til I hit that floor

I thought I’d be fine 'til I needed more

I thought I’d be okay 'til I hit that floor

Oh, I need more, I need more, I need more, I need more

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s getting harder, instead it’s getting harder

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s darker, instead it’s getting colder

Without you

Why can’t I let you go?

Why can’t I let you go?

Hate you, I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you

Hate you, I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hate you

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s getting harder, instead it’s getting harder

I thought my life would get easier

Instead it’s darker, instead it’s getting colder

Without you

Without you

Without you

Without you

Without you