The What's On Your Mind Thread and the Battle of Hogwarts

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It's funny how your worst enemies always seem to
Turn out to be all of your best friend's best friends
But I folded and I told, these aren't things I saved to sink you
But I folded I told, so draw or throw and I will explode

It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Oh you are far too cute
Or whatever he said
 
Every time I hear it, I am wishing I was great
I wished her past tense, my best friend
But I folded and I told, these aren't things I say to save me
But I folded and I told, I hope she's caught in the explosion

It's time for you to choose
The bullet or the chapstick
Oh you are far too cute
Or whatever he said
 
It's time for you to choose
(It's time for you to choose)
The bullet or the chap stick
And this is me in his room
(And this is me in his room
And this is me in his room)

So I update this almost every single day for you
(Red, gold, I told)
I begin to hate you for your face and not just the things you do
(We don't play fair)
Go tell him how my wrist is sore, from pulling at your insides all night
(Red, gold, I told)
And nothing that you do is new to anything or anyone but you
(We never stand too close)
 

Credits Gag: The second season credits mistakenly names everyone Peter, cut to Peter with sad face, cut back to Monkee with his correct name.
 
I don't know why I see John Nolan in my head when I listen to this song. What I see is the "Me face down, down across your floor" part of the "Cute Without The 'E' (Cut From The Team)" video.
 
Whatever poison's in this bottle will leave me broken sore and stiff.
But it's the genie at the bottom who I'm sucking at. He owes me one last wish.
So here's a present to let you know I still exist.
I hope the next boy that you kiss has something terribly contagious on his lips.

But I got a plan (I got a plan)
Drink (drift) for forty days and forty nights.
A sip for every second-hand tick.
And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me...".
I'm without you.

So tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.

Tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.
 
(And even if her plane)
And even if her plane crashes tonight she'll find some way to disappoint me,
By not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea.
"Jess, I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you."
And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

It's 8:45 (it's 8:45). The weather is getting better by the hour.
(Rains all the time) I hope it rains there all the time.
And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
I'm without you.

Tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say.

Tell all the English boys you meet, about the American boy back in the states.
The American boy you used to date.
Who would do anything you say
Who would do anything you say
 
Doesn't happen with this song. Not sure about the others on this album, can't remember.
 
I wonder how much time I've spent watching Taking Back Sunday videos On Demand at my aunt's house. That's really the only time I've watched their videos.
 
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it

Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it
 
Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter
And this morning I threw up fire
But it's nothing new
I've been piecing it together and it's got something to do

With every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room
And every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat
Every stupid melody to every stupid song
And every stupid word that everybody's hanging on

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends
She'll kill me quick

Call 911
I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess
 
Last night I fell asleep next to a liar
And I woke up with a shiner
And it's all that I remember from a night
Spent lying on my back with a

View of a stone white ceiling and the back of your head
And this quiet, dark bed feels like the middle of nowhere
And we beat each other up just like we always do
When I'm talking to myself I'd always rather be talking to you

What difference does this difference in age make?
I know how it ends
She'll kill me quick

Call 911
I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess

Call homicide
Take the case to court
'Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
 
They hung her from the bridge on Monday
The gathering turned into a mob out on the lawn
They dropped her body in the river
And school and work returned to normal before long
(Before long and no one will mention any of this again)

Call 911
I'm already dead but
Someone should be caught and held responsible
For this bloody mess

Call homicide
Take the case to court
'Cause her lips taste like a loaded gun
I'm her number one chalk outline on the floor
 
And You Thought It Was A Game: In "The Picture Frame", the Monkees are hired to play bank robbers in a movie holdup scene, not knowing they will actually be robbing a bank.

"We don't know what happened, officer. We just robbed the bank by accident."
 
I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says, 'No one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up'
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you always criticize the Smiths
And Morrissey

And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I really mean, I wish that you'd grow up

This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
Somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend, before you got too cool
 
I got a twenty-dollar bill
That says, 'No one's ever seen you without makeup
You're always made up'
And I'm sick of your tattoos
And the way you don’t appreciate Brand New
Or me

And I know that you're a sucker
For anything acoustic
But when I say let's keep in touch
I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up

This is the first song for your mix tape
And it's short just like your temper
Somewhat golden like the afternoons
We used to spend, before you got too cool
 
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