Things are shaping up to be pretty old, little deaths in musical beds. So it seems I'm someone I've never met.

You will only hear these elegant crimes; Fall on your ears from criminal dimes. They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.

Everybody gets there and everybody gets their and everybody gets their way.

I never said I missed him when everybody kissed him. Now I'm the only one to blame.

Things have changed for me and that's ok. I feel the same. I'm on my way and I say: ''Things have changed for me and that's ok.

I wanna go where everybody goes, I wanna know what everybody knows. I wanna go where everyone feels the same.

I never said I'd leave this city, I never said I'd leave this town. A falling out we won't tipote about.