(Hidden Track)



I'd fall out of the car given the chance.

Its not 1 in a million, more 1 out of 5.

You can cut me down, give it a chance. Cut me down.



You are like the silhouette of a drive-in movie.

Start driving way too fast. Ill be dead before the day.



I keep tearing up this notebook with the memories Ive lost.

And the cold is the shotgun to my chest.

But the ocean water is the ice in my veins.



You are like the silhouette of a drive-in movie.

Start driving way too fast. Ill be dead before the day.



I can tell you like violence from the way that youre cutting me down.

Each breathe you take makes me hate you more