Besedila: The Fair Weathered. Wake Up Dead.

Do you remember that July night in your car? You were asleep in the backseat. You and my ex-friends can have advantages, like you're always at your best with them. And I hope that you're drunk or something that you regret when you think about it. You found new hands to carry you tonight. It's much more you than it is me; at least I told you everything before you decided to leave. I can't go back to seventeen when all we did was watch TV. I need to be more complete. You're the only person that I feel guilty about for all those nights we had to say goodbye. My false sense of pride can guide my drive. I'm not guilty for wanting you in my life. Do you know how bitter I get when you're right? Do you know what it's like to live a lie?