I hope you never write Are you ever wrong? It's the story of your life. (Or is that the TV on?) Do you hear this song, playing on the stereo? Figured
eyes. And darling forgiveness starts with s and ends with y the cleansing of a broken heart I cry out. This fever for redemption, this feeling that everything is broken
wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. I can?t imagine there would be an after life. A place where even
change my mind but chances are you thought you were the last. You were just the latest Perfect girl that I faked out, forever?s one more promise that I broken
and watched the sunrise from your room. You were sleeping sound as I lie next to you. I had to wake you for a moment just to whisper I love you . A
So this is it: A black eye or a broken heart. In this chess game, It?s my chance to move. Far from all disaster, And far from queens like you. I'm