Well, it's time for me to live. The good life on the road. And to forgive her. For the lies that she sold me. We were falling in love and that's what you do.
Love of mine when you're born I tell myself that you'll never die. And I throw my arms around the girl who finds you. 'Cause the world is rosier, through your eyes.
It was Christmas eve. And your message to me read. "I really need to talk to you today". We sat in your car that night. Cried and said it all. Then parted knowing nothing.