All-Star Me

This isn't the way we planned I wasn't supposed to forget your taste Like nights spent figuring all the ways that we came to this place, yeah There we were alone on top of your old rooftop in Highland Park Ask me now Say, "Chris look out across the sky, tell me which way the wind blows." A core of coal Core of coal and starches Core of coal and starches within me, okay A core of coal Core of coal and starches Core of coal and starches within me Even now that you're not here I climb these mountains of houses every night I said your name and I wished I could have done things right