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"