The only thing you'll get Is this curse on your lips: I hope they taste of me forever

And there's a light on in Chicago And I know I should be home And all the colors of the street signs They remind me of your pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's

With every breath, I wish your body will be broken again, again With every breath, I wish your body would be broken again, again (But there's a light on) With every breath, I wish your body will be broken again, again With every breath, I wish your body would be broken again, again

Chicago is So Two Years Ago