The Taste of Ink

“It’s four o’ clock in the fucking morning,
Each day gets more and more like the last day”

The Taste of Ink - The Used

“One night [Gerard and I] were making out for so long it almost wasn’t funny anymore – even though it was. That’s what he wrote the song about, whether he wants to admit it or not. We were way wasted.”

—Bert McCracken on “What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison”

Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time

Surely you can take some comfort knowing that you’re mine

Just hold me tight, lay by my side and let me be the one who calls you baby all the time