and when it rains, on this side of town it touches, everything. just say it again and mean it. we don't miss a thing. you made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole, blackest hole. and convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore.
and oh, oh, how could you do it? oh i, i never saw it coming. oh, oh, i need the ending. so why can't you stay just long enough to explain?