Vārdi: Catch 22. Chin Up.

Close your eyes real tight underneath the city lights. You can't hear the noise below your room. Take a real deep breath and get those feelings off your chest. We'll work it out and wake up in each others' arms. Underneath it's never over. Looking back over my shoulder. We always said that we would meet again when we were ten years older. I hadn't thought about her in a while until she showed uo in a dream I had lying listless in a bed with a string of broken hearts hanging from her finger. I said, "Let's take a drive with a pack of camel lights into the middle of nowhere and talk about our lives." Hear me say listen up. Silence. Can't let it go. Got to get it out. You can't it back? That's bullshit. I took it and crushed it and painted it black. I swallowed the match. It's burning at my insides. Chin up until it touches the moon, sad and foresaken one. It's you I'm talking to