down

Running through the hours, burning up time, no point calculating how many hours left i have in a day. Don't bother calling and asking me out, unless you're ready for disappoint and even that i can't run from. Hop from place to place, face to face, upturned to downturned lines, thats all they are. Throw that notebook, diary, planner, phone away girl and you'll save me.
and going home alone is no fun sucking balls, period.

And even when the sky is falling down,
you'll be my only.