Fires in November warm the night
And the burning shards of newspaper go floating up like kites
You know I miss the summer 'cause I hate what I've become
And the fire lends itself to all the things that I've done wrong
Up in flames
That time in life is over
I've become sane
I've become sober
Teary-eyed and drunk
Driving through the dark
Keep your seatbelt on
Make sure it's not coming apart
Those of us who punch holes in our walls
Don't understand that nothing at this age matters at all
Change is for the better though the road ahead seems so unclear
And I still wear the sweaters that you bought for me last year
Up in flames
That time in life is over
I've become sane
I've become sober
Teary-eyed and drunk
Driving through the dark
Keep your seatbelt on
Make sure it's not coming apart
Teary-eyed and drunk
Driving through the dark
Keep your seatbelt on
Make sure it's not coming apart