Everyone I ever loved went down in history.. The blue eyes came, the brown eyes left, and the rest is misery. Dreams are trash on the side of the road. All starry eyed, tongue all tied, theres somethings you should know.. I could have died with you. And boston is the reason that I'm feeling so blue, damn you. City lights and colder nights, im innocent(minus the fights) Praying out loud for a Winter of Quiet. Friday Nights are killing me. I fall asleep, pen in hand, theres somethings you should know. i could have died with you. And Boston is the reason that Im feeling so blue. Cities arent a way to cure a disease... And I dont even know why you listen to me... a Razor-Wristed kid looking forward to ends... If love was a bridge, you'd be the one in The Fens. "All the kids are fucking dead." I write, "With love, and a gun to my head." These days arent gonna last too long(i know, i know, i know..) Im drawing words from a tired heart. Im drawing blood from a tired heart.