A New Found Glory – Ballad For The Lost Romantics

I’ve grown sick

I’ve gotten older

I finally have an audience to ignore me

I can yell all I want

But you still (still) can’t hear me

I’m punching myself out

Holding in my breath

I can’t take this lightly

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do what I’m not supposed to

Here’s to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

I might say things you don’t want to hear

But someday you might care and I won’t be there

No I won’t be there here’s to us fools

That have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow

I’m punching myself out

Holding in my breath

I can yell all I want

Throwing up the words that I said to you

I always do what I’m not supposed to

Here’s to us fools that have no meaning

I tip my glass to you

Let’s toast the night away to friends

And forget about tomorrow.