School For The Dead - Pick A Gripe lyrics

There she goes Look at her I can't wait for much longer Who's that guy That she's with He looks like me, only stronger There's a collection of gripes in my hat Pick a gripe Any gripe Pick a friend, friends forever Look at her She's my type Very cute, very clever There's a series of doubts to destroy We were laughing, we were waiting What else is there to do You had trouble, concentrating I had trouble too We're so busy celebrating I forgot to celebrate you Your biggest regret is in your hands I'll never forget or understand There's a line I could cross But instead, I stare at it ‘Cause what was mine Had been lost I was fine, she had had it There's a collision of clouds overhead We were laughing, we were waiting What else is there to do You had trouble, concentrating I had trouble too We're so busy celebrating I forgot to celebrate you Your biggest regret is in your hands I'll never forget or understand