you've got knives in your broken heart
i'm outside in my go-kart
and put up your black hair
you got force like joan of arc
and he falls short like bonaparte
kinda feels like we've been running every day of our lives
but if you went and threw the broken hearts in a pile
if you're in your bed then you should come meet me instead
and out of the misery you know you've got a friend
cry and i'll be right there
they want us moving at the speed of light but we won't hurry
let's hit the city and stay out so late that it gets early
like early on when we were living on the cheapest thrills
because the town we fell in love with has the steepest hills
but those downs rebound to ups
tried to push dad's coupe and torch the clutch
and they built us with extra gears
and our cars run on ex's tears
last night i realized i'm still sleeping on my mattress edge
saving room for someone who's not coming back to bed
but if we meet i got room here in the shotgun seat
but if you'd rather take the keys
have true loves until they're false
cry and i'll be right there
cry and i'll be right there
cry and i'll be right there
cry and i'll be right there