But now, along these empty streets.
Where this curse haunts these memories,
Of a man and all he's lost.
No time to think about it. No room to breathe.
If I had a way back, I'd ride through the dark and the dawn
(But please don't wait for me)
Because the man you love don't live anymore.
I can't go home again.
In other words, I'm off to bed. School should be epic, and Football after should be even more epic.