I can count my soul mates on the fingers in my right hand
I'm just turning 18 and I think I can understand
Just how people feel, Just how people feel about each other
And I can count my f*ck ups on the fingers in my left hand
Like the time with closed fists I said f*ck you to my Dad
And we took out on the road, not knowing where to go
And I look up to the sky and I start to wonder why
We can't find a place to breathe
Hold a nail to a candle
It's the end of the f*cking world
But I still love you James