All-Star Me

This isn't the way we planned

Wasn't supposed to forget your taste

Like nights spent figuring all the ways

That we came to this placeThere we were alone on top

Of your old rooftop in Highland Park

But ask me now, say, "Chris look out across the sky

And tell me which way the wind blows"A core of coal, a core of coal and starches

A core of coal and starches within me

A core of coal, a core of coal and starches

A core of coal and starches within meEven now that you're not here

I climb these mountains of houses every night

I say your name and I wish

I could have done things right