I'd rather be a poet,
or a pale white corpse of somebody else
than spend this August night alone

Ben won't pick up his !@#$ phone.

Today I woke up at 3 P.M. (Alone in my bed)

It's okay, the night is where I tend to live (Trying to forget)
So we'll set fire to tragic letters
from past times we spent together

I'm just trying to do my best.

I'll remember those summer nights,

causing trouble to your neighbors' lives.
I'll remember those summer nights and I wish I could relive it all one more time.
I'll remember those summer nights,

disobeying traffic laws on our bikes.

I'm proving to myself that I can be

more than anyone said was in me.
Day in and day out I'm learning to say
The things I believe in my own way.


Think of the days you'll never regret. (And the things that were left unsaid)
Bonfire secrets that we all kept

So we'll set fire to tragic letters
Of past times we spent together
I'm just trying to get some rest



All I really wanna be is someone who took advantage of every opportunity

And if I don't get recognized, at least I'm known as the kid who wasted his time.
All I really wanna be is someone who took advantage of every opportunity
And even if in the end I choke, I'll never regret it all, and I know that