Ballad Of Sal Villanueva lyrics


Taking Back Sunday


It's not that i don't trust you
i just know what you've been up to
and this dial tone is agreeing with everything i've had in mind.
and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.

so as his eyes move down past your shoulders
and the shades start moving in the same direction
don't worry, i won't say a thing.
you can't blame a girl for sticking to what she knows.

i hope he takes his time
and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
and i hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
because i can, i can.
i hope he takes his time
and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
and i hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
because i can, i can.

if i could get to sleep
then, i guess you could stop pretending.
because if i didnt think you loved him
well then i would lay alone
and you've got your high as a kite tricks in the bag.

i hope he takes his time
and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
and i hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
because i can, i can.
i hope he takes his time
and i hope he keeps your eyes closed tight
and i hope that when he leaves,
you still smell him on your sheets
because i can, i can.

you're down for selling me out
while i play dumb,
but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,
you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

you're down for selling me out
while i play dumb,
but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,
you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

you're down for selling me out
while i play dumb,
but it's cool because i let you, you thought i'd never catch you,
you said "we're only friends." yeah, real good friends, i bet. i bet.

forget your legs around my hips.
forget your hands pressed on my back.
forget all the letters that i kept.
this is another i won't send.
forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs.
forget our one last kiss goodbye.
forget me staking out your house.
forget ive got you figured out.

forget your legs around my hips.
forget your hands pressed on my back.
forget all the letters that i kept.
this is another i won't send

Albums

Taking Back Sunday - Louder Now
Taking Back Sunday -  Louder Now

Taking Back Sunday - Where You Want To Be
Taking Back Sunday -  Where You Want To Be

Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends
Taking Back Sunday -  Tell All Your Friends

Taking Back Sunday - Notes from the Past
Taking Back Sunday -  Notes from the Past

Taking Back Sunday - Louder Now: Part Two
Taking Back Sunday -  Louder Now: Part Two

Taking Back Sunday - Louder Now: Part One
Taking Back Sunday -  Louder Now: Part One

Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends
Taking Back Sunday -  Tell All Your Friends

Taking Back Sunday - Liar (It Takes One to Know One), Pt. 1
Taking Back Sunday -  Liar (It Takes One to Know One), Pt. 1

Taking Back Sunday - Tell All Your Friends
Taking Back Sunday -  Tell All Your Friends

- The Target Red Room, Volume 5
 -  The Target Red Room, Volume 5