Paroles Radio's still on Schroeder'S Songbook

Radio's still on

I woke up late today
And I made a list of clever ways
To make these days my better days
While my favorite record plays
Songs about the good life and
Small city girls who come from Japan
And I space out as I give in
Over and over again and again

Now Cash and Clash are my best bet
To get me to get around to forget
I get drunk on a bottle of my own regret
And cure my hangover with a cigarette
Once upon a time these records were
The things I'd turn when I got burned
But the more I hear the less I learn
The more I hear the more I burn

I know that she's gone
But the radio's still on

And I swear to god I'll throw
It out of the window
If I hear that song again
Or anything that sounds like it
And I'll watch it blow apart
Like the pieces of her heart
As it breaks under the weight
Of all the strangers passing by

You're a stranger now
Everything is stranger now

You watch the sun fall in the sea
While my fingers play piano keys
End crescendos of you and me
Another metaphor that's more than weak
I write there hooks until my death
I write these hooks like there is something else I want to catch

And I swear to god I'll throw
It out of the window
If I hear that song again
Or anything that sounds like it
And I'll watch it blow apart
Like the pieces of her heart
As it breaks under the weight
Of all the strangers passing by

Every signal, sound, and frequency
Has become my worst enemy
So pull me in until I'm saved
Before I'm crushed, before I drown
Under radio waves

And I swear to god I'll throw
It out of the window
If I hear that song again
Or anything that sounds like it
And I'll watch it blow apart
Like the pieces of her heart
As it breaks under the weight
Of all the strangers passing by

I miss it everyday
I miss it everyday
But I'm working on my aim
So things are gonna change
I miss it everyday
I miss it everyday
And things are gonna change

But the radio's still on