Texty: Backseat Goodbye. Dressed Up Like Dreams. An Attempt To Forget.

You said the sun's too bright So reached up and tore that bastard from the sky You said the moon doesn't make sense So grabbed it tight and drowned it in the ocean Hush now love, the end has just begun We're bored but alive We live then we die Infinity's a tragedy, we're all just playing along Let's make this last, since we can't go back Let's make this last, since we can't go back