Orange County

Orange County - Single - A Hero's Fate

Written by：Brian Keith Frank

Please don't kill me

I'll just bleed on your back seat

Scream at the top of my lungs

If I die screaming

Will my words have any meaning

Or will they just fade away

I don't remember much of last night

In fact I can't recall anything anything

No not anything at all

I've been lying on the bathroom floor

Never felt this hungover before

My cell phone's dying I'm still trying

To stumble out the door

Put on my clothes and sit awake for

The long drive getting home

In the mirror I reflect on my damages

Rub my eyes and leave whomever's house this is

I'm bombarded with memories

Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze

With the taste of you still on my lips

I'll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss

No this isn't what it looks like oh right

I didn't come here for a fist fight tonight

My memory lags like a youtube flick yo

Why's your boyfriend always gotta be such a prick

Cause after all it was you who led me on

Now I'm taking hits from fists on the front lawn

There was a time when I said I wouldn't fight back

Your timing deciding is only so much more than that

Put on my clothes and sit awake for

The long drive getting home

In the mirror I reflect on these bandages

Around my eyes and leave whomever's house this is

I'm bombarded with memories

Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze

With the taste of you still on my lips

I'll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss

Please don't kill me

I'll just bleed on your backseat

Scream at the top of my lungs

If I die screaming will my words have any meaning

Or will they just fade away

Put on my clothes and sit awake for

The long drive getting home

In the mirror I reflect on my damages

Rub my eyes and leave whomever's house this is

I'm bombarded with memories

Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze

With the taste of you still on my lips

I'll always be a sucker so as I

Put on my clothes and sit awake for

The long drive getting home

In the mirror I reflect on my damages

Rub my eyes and leave whomever's house this is

I'm bombarded with memories

Salt in my hair from the late night ocean breeze

With the taste of you still on my lips

With the taste of you still on my lips

I'll always be a sucker for an orange county kiss