It's not a break. We are breaking. Done am I with the games you're playing 'Cause I am climbing the walls. You are like giving up smoking And I am having withdrawals when I catch your eye and forget. It wasn't always bad, drive-ins under feathers and the hood of your car, day drinking in Rhode Island and sleeping in borrowed beds, and drunken family gatherings, riddles for hours and long distance phone calls. What are you doing right now? What are you doing right now? Two trains and a taxi wastes this separate space. Seven years bad luck, God I miss chlorine soaked summer skin Seven years driven to distraction When I let you win Seven years bad luck, God I miss chlorine soaked summer skin and long Laroe drives asleep at the wheel. I wanted it so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad...