Kid Foguete - The Headlines Lyrics

You storming out
10 O'clock
Sunday morning
Like a happy accident
It was an accident
But I'm not sorry

So far away
There's an architecture
Of weird triangles
We will still have memories
In our bruised arms
Knees and ankles

Mending my own issues
I didn't make it through
The headlines
It was never planned
Still part of the plan