I didn't think you'd understand me. How could you ever even try? I don't wanna tiptoe, but I don't wanna hide. But I don't wanna feed this monstrous fire.

I got my driver's license last week. Just like we always talked about. 'Cause you were so excited for me. To finally drive up to your house.

Mmm, yeah, alright. Ooh (yeah). Everyone knows all about my direction. And in my heart somewhere, I wanna go there. Still I don't go there.

Oh, life is bigger. It's bigger. Than you and you are not me. The lengths that I will go to. The distance in your eyes. Oh no, I've said too much.

Woo. Woo, woo, yeah. Woo, woo. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I bet she could never make you cry. 'Cause the scars on your heart are still mine.

Today I don't feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed. Don't feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone.

Wake in a sweat again. Another day's been laid to waste. In my disgrace. Stuck in my head again. Feels like I'll never leave this place. There's no escape.

You wanna play, you wanna stay, you wanna have it all. You started messing with my head until I hit a wall. Maybe I shoulda known, maybe I shoulda known.

(Baby squirrel, you's a sexy motherfucker). Give me your, give me your, give me your attention, baby (attention, baby).

Remember all the things we wanted. Now all our memories, they're haunted. We were always meant to say goodbye. Even with our fists held high.

[Intro]. Ayy. CashMoneyAP. Yuh, yuh, yuh, who? Bitch, ayy. Sauce. Flex, wet, in the flesh, ayy. [Chorus]. How is you feelin', vro? Uh.

I just wanna take you there. He don't got to know where. Does he touch you here like this? (This, this, this).

Dear future husband. Here's a few things you'll need to know if you wanna be. My one and only all my life. Take me on a date. I deserve a break.

I'm the son of rage and love. The Jesus of Suburbia. The bible of "none of the above". On a steady diet of. Soda Pop and Ritalin.

Now I will tell you what I've done for you. Fifty thousand tears I've cried. Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you. And you still won't hear me.

We're drivin' slow through the snow on 5th Avenue. And right now radio's all that we can hear. Now we ain't talked since we left, it's so overdue.

Paranoia is in bloom. The PR transmissions will resume. They'll try to push drugs that keep us all dumbed down.

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill. I threw the day-old tea from the cup. Packed up the photo album Matthew had made.

I always needed time on my own. I never thought I'd. Need you there when I cry. And the days feel like years when I'm alone. And the bed where you lie.

How many roads must a man walk down. Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail. Before she sleeps in the sand?

Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us, only sky. Imagine all the people. Livin' for today. Ah.