Do you think of me in the winter breeze?
Heaven in your hair. Hell on your sheets.
The kids are digging early graves.
Spend the night cursing the day.
I've been wasting all my time for you, it's always you.
I hate to tell you, but what the hell can I do?
It's a waste of time gambling when all we get is the worst luck.
I crush on you from afar, and you just crash me like a car.