After Midnight
I can't get my feet up off the edge
I kind of like the little rush you get
When you're standing close to death
Like when you're driving me crazy
Hold on as we crash into the earth
A bit of pain will help you suffer when you're hurt, for real
'Cause you are driving me crazy
Bite your lips, your words a robbery
Do you grin inside? You're killing me
All along we talked of forever
I kind of think that we won't get better ...