@migu music@

guilty pleasure

i played the song,

now it drives me crazy.

i've run a race,

now i'm too damn lazy.

this love of ours,

is so sad it makes me laugh today,

seems a little different,

hard to say,

but it look like the end.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we slam the door shut,

didn't you know if nothing

changes nothing changes.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we turn the lights off,

love is a train we wait for it

even when it's gone.

we've served the way,

now we've hit the short end.

we've squeezed the fruit,

till there no more juice left.

we've both so good,

good at keeping up the lie.

we can get it in prospective,

kiss my lips,

live is what we make it.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we slam the door shut,

didn't you know if nothing

changes nothing changes.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we turn the lights off,

love is a train we wait for it

even when it's gone.

as i'm waving you goodbye,

i want you to smile,

save the picture in your frame,

file it right next to my name,

i'm willing to die,

but love willing to try,

but not willing to let love,

i know that this cakes already baked,

now its burning burning.

we can get it in prospective,

kiss my lips,

live is what we make it.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we slam the door shut,

didn't you know if nothing

changes nothing changes.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we turn the lights off,

love is a train we wait for it yea yea

even when it's gone.

times up,

promise this time i get enough,

better we turn the lights off,

love is a train we wait for it

even when it's gone.

ashley tisdale - time's up