once again we lost the role to boredom and late nights on the radio don t spare me i already know mix tapes sound their best when i m alone i ve practiced the best policy nothing is what it s gotten me why blame this on anyone but me she ll freak out i ll freak if she doesn t get the hint don t think that i could deal with it if i couldn t follow through with the routine we ll give it up and move on to another scene phone call sounds silence serenades jumps on deaf ears and lands it with ease if you re no angel then where did you get those wings your fly on by blue eyes break me is it in the cards what s in the future is it ours i don t play with fire if i know i ll get burned hand over flame takes me where i want to be i hope that we don t lose the role to boredom and late nights on the radio don t spare me i d rather not know mix tapes sound their best when i m alone