Texty:
Hawthorne Heights

She's upset, bad day, heads for the dresser drawer to drive her pain away, nothing good can come of this She opens it, there's nothing there, it's only

And if tomorrow should be the last day I could ever tell you I was in love with your smile, In love with your eyes. Tomorrow will be a-okay, just to say

I hope this song can tell you how I feel tonight You are my first dissection spilling my insides Let's write our names with the blood that's in our cheeks

Let's try to remember these days back in December Our lives were very different, I was lonely when we first met A small upstairs apartment Driving through

We're falling faster This is the last year Just a few more hours Until we are all alone This never happens Changing with fashion Just a few more hours

Between the future and the past tense Lies the present in the distance So you think we're never coming back Scoring points for passion and persistence

I miss you most on winter mornings As we drift we slip through evenings, whoa We drive into the cold and dark with fingers crossed I follow your lies

I never meant to hurt you Sometimes these thoughts Have a way of making sense Secrets that we keep turn into accidents If you burn away the bonds With

I guess I could've sent a letter from the road With words that always meant more then updates on the phone The signals fading fast and the ink is running