Zelda

Words from a drunk and numbers in code - I've got the pride of the irish

On the phone - keep sending postcards from chicago - pressures building up

I think I might explode - hold tight - I wish that you could see through my eyes

I've never really been good with goodbyes, so keep holding on

I'm holding on - so what'll it be? clothes in the trunk - I guess I should

Have known - looks like the queen of confusion's got her throne

Save a white russian for the drive home - mint and hazelnut,

I can't forget how you taste - windows boarded up,

But were they ever really open in the first place?

One day can lead to decay - what in the hell happened

To us? my dear, you have a choice to make