Text: Yellowcard. One For The Kids. For Pete's Sake.

So I'm left wondering
There is so much left I wish that I could say to you
Silence I keep, for fear of breaking myself down
And maybe getting through, getting through to you

For Pete's sake, let's see straight, yeah
Clench your fists up in rage
Hurts to know, we could throw
All this time away

Let's try and work it out
Please don't be angry anymore I'm on your side
And I don't want to fight, put this hate aside
Get back to a place where you and I can still be friends

Whoa, ya want it
Whoa, ya need it
Whoa, ya want it
Whoa

For Pete's sake, let's see straight, yeah
Clench your fists up in rage
Hurts to know, we could throw
All this time away

And all the answers you're racing to find out
They might outrun you in the end
And all the answers you're racing to find out
They might outrun you in the end