Teksty: This Is My Suitcase. Other. Some Grand Romantic Gesture.

All is well for now but, hell, its far too late to tone it down so when you smell smoke i say we sweat it out 'cause weve been through worse. all is well for now but hell is far too close to turn this car around when the only ones making any sense are playing kickball and smoking candy cigarettes;you know this makes for a terrible mess.

I want to write your name in lights from here to there across the sky...oh no! the clouds are in the way. they came out and ruined your birthday! you turned to me as if to say "its the thought that counts...i know you love me!"

we're so right, its sickening.
we're alright.