All this fire in my veins,
From a heart thats trapped in my rib cage.
Burning through my finger tips,
Burning everything I kiss.
All the memories that you live in,
Just another door that I'm closing
In hall that's infinite,
Better least I can admit it.

I might have said too much.
I might have said too much.
I won't forget your touch,
I'm saying too much.
A better life is waiting


Paper Route - Better Life