Here's the day you hoped would never come. Don't feed me violence just run with me through rows of speeding cars. The paper cuts, the cheating lovers, the coffees never strong enough.
I know you think it's more than just bad luck.
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff. It's in the ABC of growing up.
Now, now darling, oh don't loose your head 'cause none of us were angels and you know I love you.

Carros favoritlåt, Tvärbra!