Seven hours till sunrise   I'd rather drive than sleep      These lights, these memories   Freeways are like pinhole ceilings   I know they wish for      The stares they   Exchange in the classroom   I know they wish   For downtown Friday nights   The streetlights shine   Perfect memories   And this calm   Makes me believe in us again      The beauty of the intangible   Take back your pictures of you   You      [I'd rather not carry the pieces around]?   [Standing over my grave, dying more and more everyday]?      And you can bet I won't forget your   Heartless running   Candy apple frowns still make   Me believe your caramel isn't that sweet      Yow!      "Never forget what it did"