Ballad For The Last Romantics

I've grown sick

I've gotten older

I finally have an audience to ignore me

I can yell all I want

But you still, still can't hear me

I'm pushing myself out

Holding in my breath

I can't take this lightly

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do

Do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

I might say things you don't want to hear

But someday you might care

And I won't be there

No I won't be there

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

Forget about tomorrow...

I'm pushing myself out

Holding in my breath

I can yell, all I want

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do

Do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

Here's to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let's toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow