Exploding patterns Picked up a bad habit A habit, I cannot break An addiction I cannot shake I dream of you as i lay alone I dream of us as we lay together We compliment each other
You make me better In wetter conditions
With my permission You explode Thinking of you in terms of growing old Exploding patterns Fighting Words rest in a casket Yet they live in my brain Can you stand the rain? Heartbreak hotel? Wishing well Down here in hell with you? Now I know what van hunt was eluding to.
No other place I'd rather be than with you.