Words from a drunk and numbers in code - I've got the pride of the irish On the phone - keep sending postcards from chicago - pressures building up I think I might explode - hold tight - I wish that you could see through my eyes I've never really been good with goodbyes, so keep holding on I'm holding on - so what'll it be? clothes in the trunk - I guess I should Have known - looks like the queen of confusion's got her throne Save a white russian for the drive home - mint and hazelnut, I can't forget how you taste - windows boarded up, But were they ever really open in the first place? One day can lead to decay - what in the hell happened To us? my dear, you have a choice to make