I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses. You were the last good thing about this part of town. Oh baby, seasons change but people don't. I'm dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around. I set my clocks early because I know I'm always late. My heart is on my sleeve, I wear it like a bruise or black eye. With every breath I wish your body will be broken again. Drop a heart, break a name. I was terrified and would you mind if I sat next to you and watched you smile?