Try as i might i just cant handle this. I lost myself inside a drunken kiss, and all i wanted was to walk you home save the sad song for the sing-along. And he say's "you'll be my tourniquet" as the record on the stereo plays,his favorite song for two whole days. And the track streched out for miles and miles. And what he'd give for one more smile. And how he hoped she missed him, cause God, he missed how she would kiss him. So Why'd you have to go? Is there something i could say to make you turn around? because nights like these i wish i said dont go. Is there anybody there? Can anybody help to get me out of here? Because your walking down a road that i cant go...-Mayday Paradeā„
