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

"Policemen swear to God, love's seeping from the guns. I know my friends and I, would probably turn and run. If you get out of bed, come find us heading for the bridge, bring a stone, all the rage, my little dark age."

"I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange. I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away. If you get out of bed, and find me standing all alone, open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age."