I'm on fire and now I think I'm ready to bust a move Check it out I'm rocking steady, go Betty won't stop listening to modern rock How she hates to be
Unfortunate ending (4th of December) Sandpapered room (Tired from the travel) Forces unending, You said you would believe In my foreign years I try
You better open the door before I take a hammer to the walls around it I cannot let you inside my cell for fear I'll sink the ship and drag us both down
I?ll start this broken heart I?ll fix it up so it will work again Better than before Then I?ll star in a mystery A tragic tale of all that?s yet to come
There's no consolation prize There's no prize for consolation There's no consolation prize There's no prize for consolation All stuck in the middle Between
when i was younger i fell in love with the girl next door back to the beat yo back to the beat of 1984 we had beat street we had breakin' 1 and 2 electric
Why can't you finish what you've started? Why can't you try and understand? It doesn't make a bit of difference If you start what you can't finish Every
Your fascination with Audrey Hepburn carried you away. It was on a Sunday, we went to see Roman Holiday. You were (back to waiting? I honestly can't
Calling all cops and Autobots I hope that you?re still there Saving victims from the wreckage of our wild affairs Such wild affairs Copy all cats and
And we feel like rain when the words all sound the same In the lifeless corners of this empty frame Though we feel let down by the same old autumn breathing
Outline of a story-board with no idea Head first in the shallow end I apologize if I do not care Busy hands keep swimming they don't like swallowing
Contact was questioned from the boulevard Head colds in frozen weeks of summer holds I'm fine, I'm fine wait waiting on the line We sent ourselves in
Tell me that you're alright Yeah, everything is alright Oh, please tell me that you're alright Yeah, everything is alright Give me a reason To end this
somersaults through so called art And I still don't know exactly who I am I never will, amen She whispers something in my ear The message is unclear, she motions
Fed up with, "Made you look" And Dirty Crooks without a clue They all wear the same face And it says, "Hangman, I'm on to you" Hangman, it's not your
I believe in medication And I believe in therapy And I believe in crystal light 'Cause I believe in me, yeah It's so uplifting, fuck, yeah I barely have
Let's get fucked up and die I'm speaking figuratively, of course Like the last time that I committed suicide Social suicide Yeah so I'm already dead
I got the message long before you said you knew There was no chance of us at all With no velocity an empty headin' hard and far too long I spent two years