I'm turning my back on the city lights I don't need reminders of happier nights Of eight months spent with zero fights And how fast love burns when it burns that bright The price that I paid was the love that I gave "I hope your dad still prays for me" Lost in the irony of "get well" cards For a kid that never wanted to make it this far If I could, I'd burn down every inch of this city Because of you, downtown is dead to me "Young hearts beat fast, driving down the road Young hearts die young, when they're all alone"