Текстове на песни: Park. Nice Night For A Fist Fight.

Take back your new yellow dress the one without the blood stains that makes you feel the best but insincere and moving scared you were just waiting patiently for a moment between the second you knew would be there Maybe if I could have held out longer I would be sharing with you my last cigarette and maybe if I could have let go sooner I wouldn't be telling to you my first six regrets Act out your clueless distress and try not to forget the numbers scratched onto your chest but in-between and out of scenes you were sprinting for an epiphany hoping this would all make sense I'm sure it felt good to you to find a wound to bleed through a sense of security the feel of someone to cling to the fuel is fear the scenery's not that clear and as for insight it's a nice night for a fist fight