Žodžiai dainai: River City Extension. (I Had Thought About This In) March.

Sky go white like a revelation my god!
You taste like a cigarette, you smell like a cigarette
Am I losing my composure?

Sure I still wake up to a cold sheet
Oh me, oh my
You look like a danger
The thrill of jumping off a cliff
What a stiff
Take a risk or something

Finally my friends might buy their house,
And yeah it ain't that far away but at least I won't be,
Home in my room
Sneaking wine and peaking at the thought of you,
Caress undress your collarbones
And lose yourself in me
Cause my stereo still speaks in bitter poetry
And of your love for me

Back and forth like a metronome hand my god!
You look like a waterfall, you talk like a flower
Tangled in a mess of feeling
In a sense I'm sensing something odd,
And I can't place my finger,
Like a hate can't linger
Yet you'll find the time to cry for-

Me? I'll work things out eventually
So don't you worry sweetheart I won't always be
Home in my room, talking to your shadow 'stead of
Seeing you, hypnotized by meters
And the way they speak your blood
Unavoidable I flow into your head and heart
And all your body parts (every single one)

And if I were you,
I'd probably just get too scared,
No maybe if I- thought it through
I'd probably act like a I didn't care
If that were true, you'd probably only show up
In a song, or two, or ten
But then again, we're not friends

And if I were you,
(Finally I've earned my self respect)
I'd probably just get too scared,
(And out of everything I wanted I am getting what I need)
No maybe if I- thought it through
I'd probably act like a I didn't care
If that were true, you'd probably only show up
(Now that I have come to second guess the things we suffered for)
In a song, or two, or ten
(I finally think I know what I believe)
And I think we might be a little more than friends
(I'm addicted to the hurt you've given me)

And though I clutch you in my fingertips,
The callous makes you nothing to my skin