I`ve given up at twenty after twelve.
Endless talking has done no good anyway right?
Am I right?
Are you right?
Are you right in not knowing if it`s him that you want?
Is it justified because he`s anywhere but on your mind while I`m in arms, or cold cars under neon angels in mall parking lots?
Sending him the blessings I deserve.
I`m sure those lightes went out with good reason because they`re calling me to run off to Berlin.
Why do the bluest tears trail dirt brown eyes?
New noticed attention brings unsaid goodbyes.