Scream Your Lungs Out

Scream Your Lungs Out

Sing like you’ve never sung before,
and when the morning comes
and your throat is sore,
all I want to say is I do,
I have, and I always will,
but that would never be good enough for you,
or good enough for me.

I’m taking pictures in my head
just to remember what he said
and I, I find it hard to breathe
knowing that he’s watching me,
and my eyes can’t get enough.
Why must I only look, not touch?

Don’t move, don’t move now,
don’t even let your eyes blink.
Don’t breathe, don’t breathe now,
unless we breathe in sync.

Sing like you’ve never sung before,
and when the morning comes
and your throat is sore,
all I want to say is I do,
I have, and I always will,
but that would never be good enough for you,
or good enough for me.

So what goes around comes around,
just one look and I’m on the ground.
Feels like I’m wearing a disguise,
everytime he looks at me with those eyes
he captures me like a butterfly
I’m no longer yearning for the sky.

Sing like you’ve never sung before,
and when the morning comes
and your throat is sore,
all I want to say is I do,
I have, and I always will,
but that would never be good enough for you,
or good enough for me.

Don’t move, don’t move now,
don’t breathe, don’t breathe now.
Don’t move, don’t move now,
don’t breathe, don’t breathe now.

Sing like you’ve never sung before,
and when the morning comes
and your throat is sore,
all I want to say is I do,
I have, and I always will,
but that would never be good enough for you,
or good enough for me.