Ballad For The Lost Romantics
A New Found Glory
New Found Glory (2002)

I've grown sick
I've gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore me
I can yell all I want
But you still can't hear me

I'm punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can take this lightly
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

I might say things you don't want to hear
But someday you might care
And I won't be there
No I won't be there

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow

I'm punching myself out
Holding in my breath
I can yell all I want
Throwing up the words that I said to you
I always do what I'm not supposed to

Here's to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Let's toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow