We are the people our parents warned us about.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame, but I know, it's my own damn fault.

And Summers and Winters scattered like splinters And four or five years slipped away

Some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way.

I'd rather die while I'm living then live while I'm dead.

Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season