Oh, sweetheart, I can taste your lips from here
I know you've been drinking beers with my dad
Now that I've got you back
I won't let go
What's it mean to you?
It's a pen, not a falling star
They can know just who you are right from birth
Now that they've made you hurt
They won't let go
They won't let go
Do you feel fear or death?
Is it your life you regret?
Then there's the last line
I haven't found time to write
Where is my life
