The sun is down and we're bound to get Exhausted ...

 Damn, boy you make it hard
Shouldn't need a riddle to unlock your heart

 Broke my trust and watched me bleed,
Ignored my pleas and squashed my dreams.

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry for everything that I've done"

 With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it

 If I could fly, I'd be coming right back home to you
I think I might give up everything, just ask me to

 And you got me, let go
What you want from me?

 We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing

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

 I know you know that I made those mistakes maybe once or twice

 This feeling always gets away
Wishing I could hold on longer