Speeding cars

Here's the day you hoped would never come. Don’t feed me violence, just run with me through rows of speeding cars. The paper cuts, the cheating lovers, the coffee’s never strong enough. I know you think it’s more than just bad luck

There, there, baby, it’s just text book stuff. It’s in the ABC of growing up. Now, now, darlin’ Oh don’t lose your head 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you, yeah.