A Girl and Her Love For Deathy Cabs

I'm a war, of head versus heart, and it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say.

Cause in my head there's a greyhound station where I send my thoughts to far off destinations so they may have a chance of finding a place where they're far more suited than here .

And when i see youI really see you upside down, but my brain knows better. It picks you up and turns you around.

Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually and everyone will go except me.