Funny how time slips away Looking at the cracks creeping across my face I remember the little kid living in here He'll be living here probably until I'm dead.
It ain't about how hard you can hit. It's about how hard you can GET hit, and still get up. Not pointing fingers because you ain't where you wanna be. Cowards do that, and that ain't you.
Whatever you do. I do it too. Show me everything, and tell me how. It all means something, and yet nothing to me.
Trust your heart, let fate decide, to guide the lies we see.
You'll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more. No matter what they say, you'll be here in my heart. Always.
Our kids need uniforms! See the ones in the photo? That's them!
We want to make the most amazing debut album this side of Arcade Fire's Funeral