i’m running out of time
i’ll take these thoughts of yours
make memories of mine
so three cheers of the broken strings
i left along the way
shout out to the melodies
i’ve forgotten how to play
3 strikes and you’re out of luck
’til your next at-bat
i know where your heart is
but where is your head at?
sacrifice your body for the team
day turns into night
i’m preparing for revenge
plotting
stand up to the…
spotlight over your head…