They were good times And I wish you were here, Yes, I wish you were here Ah I wish you were here, Drying these tears I cry And I can't let go 'Cause you're dealing with a heart of stone, Try to kiss and say goodbye,

We hope that you choke, that you choke Breathe, keep breathing Wake, from your sleep The drying of your tears We're drying off your tears Today, we escape Pack and get dressed Before your father hears us