Besedila: Fireworks. 2923 Monroe St.

I spent the night counting down all the cracks in the wall
I'll start having to cope with the fact that
I see everything that used to hold my feet on the ground
Falling apart around me

Everybody knows the world will spin without you
And talk about you when you're away
Your best years see further away

Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor
And try to pretend
That things are getting better, that I'm changing
Bi i still feel the same

My friends and I still get off on making no sense at all
We'll start having to cope with the fact that
All these words that make no sense will be the best I've ever said
They make sense in my head

Even if this is the last sunshine
Let's warm ourselves in it
We'll just spend the rest of our days in the shade

Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor
Maybe I won't
Things might get better, Yeah, I might change
But I don't care at all