Vārdi: Elijah Wyman. Crooked Smile, Weathered Scar.

With all the laws I?m breaking
I?d blow right through my savings
on the tickets.

Running a red light.
Driving eighty-five
in a school zone.

Now I?m jogging down that corridor
with white washed walls and checkered floors.
I see the face that I?d adored through the doorway.
I take a step and I take a chance
to take back that girl that I?d romanced in the first place.

Then between us, there you are
with that crooked smile, weathered scar.

Orthotricyclin.
Never trust it again.
It and she forgot me.

And on the very night
we found the tests were right
you consoled her.

Now I?m jogging down that corridor
with white washed walls and checkered floors.
I see the face that I?d adored through the doorway.
I take a step and I take a chance
to take back that girl that I?d romanced in the first place.

Then between us, there you are,
with that crooked smile, weathered scar.
Then between us, there you are,
with my only child in your arms