"There's a shift in your trend. You were on a train in Spain, recovering from the pain of endless Summer heartbreak. You've got a motorcade a mile long. Jump right back to the model that you're meant to be. The new school kids are getting around. The old school kids are pulling you down the drain. I like wounds and you like balm. I was a pilot, now I'm a motto. I made it through the year. Open your arms, open your mouth - you better flush out your anger. Scooping up a days worth of gold. Everything we touch turns gray."