The Format - Threes lyrics

Eliza's in the elevator Finding words that rhyme with "sunny" I think it's funny how she just leaves "funny" out And me, I'm on my way downstairs Gonna gaze and wander aimlessly I'm gonna figure out what Manhattan's all about And how I wish it would rain tonight I'd find a good excuse to stay inside And watch those props come tumbling through the air 'Cause it's been the worst year of my life I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die So could you please, could you please, could you please Grow out you hair? William plays harmonica and guitar By the side of the sidewalk I'd love to stay and steal his melody 'Cause he hasn't got an answer to force No one cares about his voice, no No, not a choice Sometimes I wish that nobody loved me And now I wish I could stab my throat There goes your wife, your car, your home There goes the life I've convinced myself I wanna own And Becca you could come back to my clothes The only note I'll hold is the one you fold Could you please, oh could you please, oh could you please Grow out your hair? Grow it dark and long like the winter With no split ends, split ends are like friends I don't need them And if you've got older friends Then I suggest you listen to them Cause they're all I want, the world, the fallen hope All the prophets on the green gra**, they're all in the window Yeah, my life is just like religion I'm making it up as I go, oh, oh, oh. Well they say all bad things come in threes Well the last year has made the last three look so easy You were supposed to keep the disease between you and me So bandage up your wrists, throw away your prescriptions, and And baby come back to me, yeah My legs gave in on Forty-Second, Lord, I think it's a hint...