I was fucked up in the back of a speeding car, lit up by the reds and blues that still haven't caught up to you. I was falling apart onstage, singing, "Don't worry about me, don't worry about me." "Oh, don't worry, I won't." The streets were just echoes of beauty like your taillights in the morning, but I just let it go, yeah, I'm a coward, I always do. "This better be the last time, alright? Our eyes won't align at all hours of the night. Are you alone? Are you alone? Yeah, neither am I." So it's mouthfuls of whatever alcohol I can find. I'm still waiting to be saved, I've been waiting all my life. I've been waiting all my life, and I swore I was fine but I lied, yeah, I lied, yeah, I lied. So goddamn, I can't forget your taste. Yeah, I can't get anywhere around this state without you there. But it still won't change a thing. No, this changes nothing. We'll both still let the phone ring til it sings, til it screams. So goddamn, I can't get around this place without seeing your face, without you there, without you.