Letras: Casket Lottery (The). Moving Mountains. A Dead Dear.

So you're right,
and I'm always wrong.
I'll be sure to give a fuck just as soon as I get out of this car.
But I'll be sure and write
someday I'll leave you behind...
Someday when I change my mind.
Maybe I'll just forget to try.
Maybe we'll be all right...
or maybe we won't.
Maybe I'll hold you when you cry...
but maybe I won't.
It's raining outside,
of course we have to fight.
You're not the only one
who gets hostile sometimes.
Lookout!
Something's in the road ahead...
dead