Dedicate song lyrics Ballad for the lost romantics by New Found Glory

Iīve grown sick
Iīve gotten older
I finally have an audience to ignore
I can yell all I want
But you still canīt hear me
Iīm 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 Iīm not supposed to
Hereīs to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Letīs toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
I might say things you donīt want to hear
But someday you might care and I wonīt be there
No I wonīt be there hereīs to us fools
That have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Letīs toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow
Iīm 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 Iīm not supposed to
Hereīs to us fools that have no meaning
I tip my glass to you
Letīs toast the night away to friends
And forget about tomorrow.