Sore Thumb

The Format


Forgive me you cut out again
It seems so easy just to
Blame the reception
There's something wrong
I don't know why, why you,
You never say goodnight

So please just leave
You don't mean that much to me
You keep the ring
I'll take the Saturdays in bed
Cause I know you need them
As for me it's nothing new
Just another two years

I wish we'd always wake up new
Refreshed and born again
With nothing left to lose
But we dream to much
Who needs a crutch?
Pull off the bandage, there's no wound

So please just leave
Oh you don't mean that much to me
Give back the ring
Keep all the summers with your friends
'cause I know you need them
As for me it's nothing new
Just another two years
While I'm here losing sleep

Your sore thumb
Your best defense is miles from home
Oh and it reads like a letter
With the words all broken
Erased them with a razor blade
'cause you're gone

I was lost then I found you
But I'm breaking down now that

Your sore thumb
Your best defense is miles from home
Oh and it reads like a letter
With the words all broken
Erased them with a razor blade
'cause you're gone
You're gone


Autor(es): Nate Ruess / Sam Means