Drag me out, because I’m down and I could do with a drink now. He got out, so big wow but, well, I’m wishing I was him now. I’ve no time for this skyline and I wish I could leave for just one night, so if I don’t get the tones of your anecdotes wont you please, just let me go. Because she’s holding me back, making my friends lose contact, I want to say but she won’t let me say. She’s cutting the edges of my paper heart into corners, before she tears it apart. So where shall we go to after? Because we’re getting older so much faster and im glad that we drink so hard because im ready to take this way too far.