Something About Berlin

I've given up at twenty after twelve.
Endless talking has done no good anyway right?
Am I right?
Are you right?
Are you right in not knowing if it's him that you want?
Is it justified because he's anywhere but on your mind while I'm in arms, or cold cars under neon angels in mall parking lots?
Sending him the blessings I deserve.
I'm sure those lightes went out with good reason because they're calling me to run off to Berlin.
Why do the bluest tears trail dirt brown eyes?
New noticed attention brings unsaid goodbyes.