“Bonus Mosh Pt. II,” by Taking Back Sunday.
Well, it’s love,
Make it hurt (I deserve it).
Well, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love,
Make it hurt.
“Hands Down,” by Dashboard Confessional.
Hands down, this is the best day I can ever remember.
I’ll always remember: the sound of the stereo,
The dim of the soft lights,
The scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers,
And the time on the clock when we realized it’s so late,
And this walk that we shared together.
The streets were wet, and the gate was locked,
So I jumped it, and I let you in.
And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist,
And you kissed me like you meant it.
And I knew that you meant it,
That you meant it.
“Brokenhearted,” by Karmin.
“Who Are You Anyway?,” by Taking Back Sunday.
I still have all these questions,
You’re all talk, no follow through,
When I ask you for the answer,
That’s when you say you’ll have one soon.
“Telescope Eyes,” by Eisley.
“Degausser,” from Brand New’s The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me.
Well take me, take me back to your bed,
I love you so much that it hurts my head.
Say I don’t mind you under my skin,
I’ll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.
When we were made we were set apart,
Life is a test and I get bad marks.
Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins,
The storm is coming, the storm is coming in.
“No Lies Just Love,” from Bright Eyes’ Don’t Be Frightened of Turning the Page.
