Text: At The Drive-In. El Gran Orgo. Give It A Name.

Never thought this day would end walked the tired steps of latter day friends and all because your stubborness was smiling through your braces never thought this day would come you threw the bricks that built this wall amantillado! at the top of your lungs i can't hear you anymore so take your diamond bland shaped tears and maybe i'll see you in twenty years and i will always wear your ring you know the one that turned my finger green it's not you, it's me you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone silver platter opportunity never taught what you thought you know meal tickets have been refused you gave me a reason to sing our last song