Nora Nobody Takes Pictures Of The Drummer Lyrics

Watched your lips move during that interview.
Spitting poison that's not dangerous,
That voice wasn't yours.
I read what you said in that interview.
Throwing knives that are dull.
Was that you?
Why didn't it hurt you when you cut yourself?

How come there's no blood coming from those wounds? You're no hero.
Just not that cool.
What if you meant it?

We meant it when we sang along.
My see-through-hero,
What the f*ck did you think I was pointing my finger at?
You can't block the bullets I'm going to shoot at you.

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