Isnt it amazing that we're even here at all? I guess a coincidence makes me last until next fall Did you ever see your dad, coughing up love? Maybe next time he'll even give you a hug Something silver scraping up my spine I'll be the one you talk about I wont be with you tonight Sometimes i look up at the stars And wonder if its all gonna go wrong Doesnt it make sense? doesnt it seem right? I guess 16 years of life lingers every night So write wrong writhing letters back home Saying things of deathly love Maybe one of them, will be enough Something silver scraping up my spine I'll be the one you talk about I wont be with you tonight Sometimes i look up at the stars And wonder if its all gonna go wrong