You were the shadow to my light Did you feel ...

 She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding onto a dream

 You took my heart and my keys and my patience
You took my heart on my sleeve for decoration

 Only know you love her when you let her go

 I was accident prone, I fell head over heels with no warning
And in spite of my vertigo I never felt myself falling

 Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla leniwych.

 Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 Niewyśpiewane pieśni są zawsze najpiękniejsze.

 I’m so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

 I don’t recall a single word, you hit me faster than I hurt