December 2008
People so high, they think I can't hear their whispers I can see it falling off their face Trying to shoot down my plane of grace Seems like it's already hard enough Tell me what it is about me Where
Come on come on it's late and we'reway off the track Troubles wait for us now If we kiss there'll be no turning back it's a fact Troubles wait for us now Cause we're playing with fire I'm playing with
She said I think I'll go to Boston... I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name, I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather, I think I'll get a lo
I never knew, I never knew that everything was falling through, That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue, To turn and run when all I needed was the truth.. but that´s how it´s gotta be