But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of...
-Taking Back Sunday...

Like a fricken wave, you are drowning me, crushing...

Sort of like a piece of paper, I want to crumple...
You are kind of like a ciggarette, you are...

I keep telling myself that the footprints are...
But, everytime I look at them, I think who am i...

I would cry a effing ocean if you wanted to be in...
I would paint a effing sunset if you wanted to...

I wish my head was drained of dreams.
Because these dreams are what keeps me up at...

Maybe if the sun was brighter..
You would be more easy-going...