I figured it all out: I miss you.
[I] Took my hard earned cash to waste on the day,
with a low chance of pain.


I figured it all out: I need you
to dance until we crash and erase all the pain,

and the suffering we gained.

But when the ceiling goes low,

I want you now.
But when the music gets old,
I need your sound.

But when my heart gets low,
I need a bounce.
But when the ceiling goes low,

I want you now.
I want you now.


Feel the summer breeze.
See the cries right in between
the melodies,

for the inconsistent bummer freeze
And I mean,
we should see each other

before time runs out.
The Bridge is over.
You Better scream and shout.