Close my eyes. I've said it before, this will be. The last time to make a sound. I'm sick of being brought up. Just to be knocked back down. . I am done, this is it.
Driving down the turnpike. I think about my life. And how it will change. . And Brendan and I. Begin to realize. Our lives will never be the same. . And the lines on this road.
Well, things have been getting kinda heavy these days. Trying to figure out which road to take. There's many decisions to be made. And the only time I feel okay is when I'm in your arms.