Letras: Brand New. Your Favorite Weapon. No Seatbelt Song.

So, it's sad that doesn't suit you now.
And me fresh out of rope...
Please ignore this lisp, I never meant to sound like this.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I'll be forever grateful to this and you.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose it's only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins will cheapen the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I'm begging you to fly this for me.
I'm here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
It's only you, beautiful.
Or don't want anyone.
If I can choose, it's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect eyes will have perfect hate.
If I can choose, it's only you.
?We're wrecking? and I'm dry like a drum...
so fine I'll leave... we're spent... take our time...
measured... we slave for days.
It's only you, beautiful.
Or I don't want anyone.
If I can choose. It's only you.
But how could I miscalculate... perfect lies from a perfect hate.
If I can choose... it's only you