Holiday, and I come home. I hope to see this boy I know. I, can't wait for us to be alone. Flippin' through the radio. We sing along to the indie show.
It's 4 A.M. and I'm wide awake. Waiting for my thoughts to fade. And a flickering of all of my mistakes. And as the light starts creeping in. I slowly feel the day I'm missing.
Na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na. Na na na na na na na. . I was heading down to Spring Street. With a suitcase in my hand.