Well looks like im not going to make it to...
this choice was mine, I had no hesitation...

So young in love
we flirt like children...

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

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

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

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

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

Black lungs
and bitter taste buds on tongues...

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

Oh the sounds of hearing
your parents having a fight...

Hey, i just wanted you guys to know why i wrote...
Dreams of you and me walking on a beach letting...

You were in my heart
and you came out my wrist...