well you got your endurance   make sure that its working   stay a little longer   show her your worth it   a list of understandings   and arguements is inside, while   every hip girl i know these days   likes Suicide.   i was beat with an elder stick   crooking my neck, but i grew with it   in Southern California, where we’re all cheering   for ya.   there’s always fog at this height   with all the ghosts you swear you’d need   the ones condeming who you’ll be,   i’ll be the one setting the free   but you can’t tell them from me.   break yourself   it won’t hurt a bit   even always cold, you’re never used to it   and, oh, the winter is for ya   to help you adore her   but i miss your understanding   and all was had was this time, you told me   everything that i believe will save me tonight.