Fake Frowns

by Death Cab For Cutie

34 Views Dec 05, 2025

Lyrics

Backfired and made things worse
Once on the bus, it was quite possible
You'd be the jailhouse queen
Jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders, nothing would work
It had to end right now...
I can't drive straight counting your fake frowns
Focusing in; details a must

Trying to make each one count

All on your fingers stopping at ten
Magistrate's keyed in how
The jury and judge were screaming to hang
You spat the sweat from brow
He shrugged his shoulders; nothing would work
It had to end right now...
We can't keep your interest now
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