the end, on repeat..

it has to get better, it just has to...

can't feel this way forever

Somewhere in between

The beginning and the end

September took the tourists

And settled in for good

And we'd open your window

And stay in your bed all day

'Till the street lights came on

So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms?

What happened to feeling cheap radio songs?

What happened to thinking that the world was flat?

Yeah, what happened?