Young.

Veering off your greedy heart.
I can't understand your pain anymore.
We can get a lawyer and move on.
And we can get a lawyer if you want.
And I can understand your pain, but I won't.
If we can't get along, we can't be in love.
Anywhere/everywhere, end of the world, in the middle of nowhere, nothing/something happens.
If we can't get along we can't...
If we can't get along we can't be in love.
Your black Irish smile begins up the soft snow of your skin as the memory sinks in.
I'd give anything to start again.
I can't stop remembering.