Revive the summer at dusk.
I run fast, leave you in the dust and the
First soul that I pass on the street could not
Rid me of my cheating defeat.
If I claimed a sole regret I
Loved only enough to accept and I'll
Be spineless and sick in your eyes until
Death or the dragging of time I
Chose misery over dispute I
Whispered and walked on eggshells just to
Choose misery over dispute I
Chose misery over dispute.