Taking Back Sunday: "Follow The Format" Lyrics

make a big scene

make this glass house my coffin

you missed the big picture

well its the words that youre coughing out on your sleeve

so forge my sins here in song

well i'm telling you now what youve known all along

and its tired, so true, more subtle than you

theres a lull in the stereo

its calling for you (calling for you)

its calling for you

well i'm a slave to my vices (its true)

theyve all been renamed as a crutch

so drag my name and my face through the mud

flattery can flatter me (flattery can flatter me)

showing just how vicious you could be

do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)

trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction

my new found discretion

its not a lie if you believe it

its no mistake if its always repeated

its not a lie if you believe it

its no mistake if its always repeated

shall we call it quits or just wait? (its not a lie if you believe it)

even, even if my last name rhymes with your rescue of hear say

do not say you know (its no mistake if its repeated)

call me out

its not a lie (its such a lie)

but I dont need to hear it from you

so whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)

whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)

whats another word for (i dont need to hear it from you)

whats another word for (dont need to hear it from you)

it gets easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

easier with doses of time (easier with doses of time)

Show us just how vicious you could be