Weekend! I bruschetta na tarasie, me gusta.
Trzeba będzie się pouczyć, no me gusta.
Why am I not talented.
All the cameras watch the accidents and stars you hate,
They only care if you can bleed.
Does the television make you feel the pills you ate,
Or every person that you need to be?
'Cause you only live forever in the lights you make.
When we were young we used to say
That you only hear the music when your heart begins to break.
Now we are the kids from yesterday.