Crimson red flows from my wrists
isnt this what you always wanted...

Everyday and to her gravestone
i pray and ask her...

In time
i know i can...

Your the girl who
drives the boys to suicide...

You've moved on
and i still ache...

Everything was going wrong
for this boy...

I went to bed that night
and had the craziest dream...

She wouldnt show them
but i knew they were there...

6 months of being alone
i start searching for a girl...

You and me walking on the beach
on the most starriest night...

The Drivers Story
if he would have only stopped to think...

We were so in love
Together stronger...