The Ballad Of Sal Villanueva - Lyrics - Taking Back Sunday

It's not that I don't trust you I just know what you've been up to And this dial tone is agreeing With everything I've had in mind And you've got your high as a... Kite tricks in the bag So as his eyes move past your shoulder And your shades start moving in the same direction Don't worry I, well I won't say a thing And you can't blame a girl for... (you can't blame a girl for...) Stickin' to what she knows For stickin' to what she knows Hope he takes his time and... I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can Hope he takes his time and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still Can smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can If I could get to sleep then I guess you could stop pretending Cause if I didn't think you loved it Well then, I wouldn't play along You've got your high as a... (you've got your high as a...) Kite tricks in the bag Kite tricks in the bag Hope he takes his time and... I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can Hope he takes his time and I hope he keeps your eyes closed tight and I hope that when he leaves you still You smell him on your sheets cause I can, I can You're down for selling me out While I play dumb It's cool, cause I let you Thought I'd never catch you You say, "we're only friends" Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet You're down for selling me out While I play dumb It's cool, cause I let you Thought I'd never catch you You say, "we're only friends" Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet You're down for selling me out While I play dumb It's cool, cause I let you Thought I'd never catch you You say, "we're only friends" Yeah, real good friends... I bet, I bet Forget your legs around my hips Forget your hands pressed on my back Forget the letters that I kept This is another I won't send Forget your lips, your eyes, your thighs Forget our one last kiss goodbye Forget me stakin' out your house Forget I've got you figured out Forget your legs around my hips Forget your hands pressed on my back Forget the letters that I kept This is another I won't send