2am and she calls me 'cause i'm still awake, "can you help me unravel my latest mistake? i don't love him. winter just wasn't my season." we'll walk through the doors, so acussing their eyes. like they have any right at all to criticize, hypocrites. you're all here for the very same reason. you can't jump the track, you're like cars on a cable and life's like an hour glass, glued to the table. no one can find the rewind button girl so cradle your head in your hands. here in town you can tell he's been down for awhile but god, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.