it's okay i don't even cry all i think about is a memory and the dream when you kissed my arm as i look away don't hear what i say
that maybe when i die i get to be a car driving in the night lighting up the dark. there's something in your voice that sparks a little hope i'll wait up for that noise your voice become my home
one way road, don't care what i find a little thunder's good, i thought maybe you would but it's okay, we all feel left out sometimes growing up, it can get you down.
i give you some thing that no one's going to give you my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you i never tell you, but you're my little scar goodbyes are hard and they're hard and they're hard
maybe when i die i get to be a car driving in the night lighting up the dark there's something in your voice that sparks a little hope i'll wait up for that noise your voice become my home