Style Over Substance – Cellular Skies

she always wakes up wondering just what tomorrow brings.

will i break her heart again.

it's her thoughts i cant let go.

they radiate like she radiate.

now im lost miles away from home,

on a train headed for new jersey.

we're headed nowhere faster than the sound, and thats alright.

they radiate like she radiate.

from the inside out, that's why i attach myself.

parting is not an option, i'll wait for ever.

I'm breaking her confidence almost every thursday,

and I don't know why i try.

I rip my eyes out so i can not see her.