作曲 : Alex Gaskarth / Mike Green Thanks to you, I'm moving on Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused And all thanks to you I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) As the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you All thanks to you Thanks to you, I've lost my touch I struggle to find the sense in making sense And giving a semblance of a **** And thanks to you, for all the nigh**ares There's not a night that I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication' Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) As the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you All thanks to you But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you Thanks to you Thanks to you Thanks to you
作曲 : Alex Gaskarth / Mike Green Thanks to you, I'm moving on Chasing out my skeletons and the troubles they have caused And all thanks to you I'm turning over the pages in this book of revelations about self-medication But there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) As the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you All thanks to you Thanks to you, I've lost my touch I struggle to find the sense in making sense And giving a semblance of a **** And thanks to you, for all the nigh**ares There's not a night that I sleep quiet and complacent without my medication' Cause there's this ringing in my head (who said it was gonna be easy?) As the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you All thanks to you But there's this ringing in my head, as the ghost of you hangs over my bed Thanks to you, I'm not myself I'm all strung out, that much is clear And I'll spend my whole life-time with your life-line wrapped around my throat Thanks to you Thanks to you Thanks to you Thanks to you
