is fifteen minutes full of constant audacity.
and every mile that we've driven,
is one more mile full of words we wish we could take back.
why cant we stop this?
you know i hate this.
i hate this feeling.
please stop this fighting.....
and so our "perfect nite has ended,
i hope you got everything off of your eager chest.
but me i have to drive these roads alone,
and think about every word we wish we could take back.