"...and if you're scared of the future tonight, we can take it each hour one at a time. It's a pretty good night for a drive, so dry off those eyes, and dry off those eyes. Because the radio's still playing loud, songs that we heard as our guards came down. Like in the summer time when we first met. I'll never forget, don't you ever forget: these nights are still ours."
Hope I got that right. Hope I get this right. I never do. I'm trying as hard as I can, but I don't know if that's helping. I wanna give up but at the same time, this means too much to me.