: (Story about a girl) (Story about the world) Suddenly something I'm not You're something that you bought Was it something I said, my friend A little
: I crawled out from the pain of yesterday I crawled to you and I said all the things that you said to say Have I said enough Do you like it yeah e
: A suburban man at my door But I don?t think I?ll let him in He wants discipline Discipline, control over the way I live Wants the best for me An old
red orange glow I watched you float away Down here in the atmosphere Garbage and city lights You've gone to save your tired soul You've gone to save our
(Story about a girl) (Story about the world) Suddenly something I'm not You're something that you bought Was it something I said, my friend A little
A suburban man at my door But I don?t think I?ll let him in He wants discipline Discipline, control over the way I live Wants the best for me An old
A little white house It's everything we dreamed about I wanted you to know I'm hanging up my e-go... We shouldn't have to fight Or worry about the
Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous Spends his time alone in the basement With a Lennon and Cobain and A guitar and a stereo And while he wishes he could
I can be anything that you want me to be A punching bag, a piece of string, oh That reminds you not to think I found the note down in your car And its
I crawled out from the pain of yesterday I crawled to you and I said all the things that you said to say Have I said enough Do you like it yeah e yeah
There?s nothing you can say Nothing you can do There?s nothing in between You know the truth Nothing left to face There?s nothing left to lose Nothing
Today's a reason for living Today's the blood from a stone Today's a light from a candle Helping us to find our way home Today we carry each other
you don?t know how I feel Hold on, I hold on (I?d sell my soul) And you don?t know how I feel I'm Losing my heart Losing my pride I?d burn our initials
kind of love, And it makes me feel so sorry. Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats, Blowing through the letters that we wrote. Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our
brave. Watch the red orange glow, watch them float away. Down here in the atmosphere, garbage and city lights, you gotta save your tired soul, you gotta save our
of love And it makes me feel so sorry Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats Blowing through the letters that we wrote Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our
feeling brave I watched the red orange glow I watched it float away Down here in the atmosphere Garbage and city lights Gonna save your tired soul Gonna save our