Made it fourteen city blocks without breathing.
Light breaks from the left and hits between the buildings.
Stoplights change their name from green to red to green again.
Love has its critics, but they never keep many friends.

It's alright,
This could be a rough night.
So hold tight,
This is not a fair fight.

She up and died and left you in fall, you cannot forget.
You were too young, you said not yet, not yet, not yet.
That year the cherries choked from pretty pink to red to brown.
You looked around, but she was nowhere to be found.

It's alright,
This could be a rough night.
So hold tight,
This is not a fair fight.

It's alright,
This will be a rough night.
So hold tight,
This is not a fair fight.