Words from a drunk and numbers in code - I've got the pride of the irish  On the phone - keep sending postcards from chicago - pressures building up  I think I might explode - hold tight - I wish that you could see through my eyes  I've never really been good with goodbyes, so keep holding on  I'm holding on - so what'll it be? clothes in the trunk - I guess I should  Have known - looks like the queen of confusion's got her throne  Save a white russian for the drive home - mint and hazelnut,   I can't forget how you taste - windows boarded up,   But were they ever really open in the first place?   One day can lead to decay - what in the hell happened  To us? my dear, you have a choice to make