CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Familiar Colors
What's with this guy that calls himself my own reflection?
One part party, three parts nervous introvert
The self-made outsider with occasional conviction
I miss my friends, it breaks my heart for what it's worth
Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?
Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been
Sometimes I can't move my body in the morning
I feel like Cameron Frye, just paralyzed in bed
Nostalgia hits me with the weight and without warning
So I scroll through the pictures and captures
Man, it's almost like I'm there
Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?
Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been
One part party, three parts nervous introvert
The self-made outsider with occasional conviction
I miss my friends, it breaks my heart for what it's worth
Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?
Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been
Sometimes I can't move my body in the morning
I feel like Cameron Frye, just paralyzed in bed
Nostalgia hits me with the weight and without warning
So I scroll through the pictures and captures
Man, it's almost like I'm there
Getting old
Lost touch with the old scene
Wanna start a punk band with me?
Familiar colors
You see them every now and then
Familiar colors
Make you remember how it used to be
And wonder what could have been