Seven hundred miles to play to fifteen angry men. 

I need some sleep. 

They hate the songs. 

We hate them too. 

This show is free. 

Twenty minutes in broke another fucking string. 

Just call it luck. 

They start to leave. 

I start to plead. 

Someone yells you suck. 

Suddenly that joe kicks hard in my veins. 

I cool down. 

Things sound good right now. 

Suddenly fists turn into brave ears, move as one. 

Funny how no one knows we came. 

They wouldn't come anyway. 

Should I feel grateful to play. 

I'm living life my way. 

I fell in love with my enemy. 

I let go of everything I had left at home. 

Two cool people came. 

They're hiding by the door. 

Eyes wide with fright. 

A guy, a girl, in love with the whole world. 

It almost makes it right. 

Every little thing must go wrong.