Just cast away and I am lost at sea Another lonely day and no one here but me More loneliness than any man could bare Rescue me before I fall into despair
I don't ever try to keep the love alive You found the frequency, you sucked it out of me I'm not the only one to hold a smoking gun You felt the gravity
She paints her nails and she don't know He's got her best friend on the phone She'll wash her hair, his dirty clothes And all he gives to her And he'
Hey kids slow it down Whisper like a sound And I can't understand If you play, I'll play dead With the creatures in my head What's a boy to do? Hide
by the sound of your voice I can tell that you have no choice falling away wish there was something I'd say to take it all back [chorus:] you shine on
Yeah Come on, come on Nothing left to lose Except you and your baby blues Microphone check this rhyme Pancho villa was a friend of mine I get fucked
I've been so low Yeah I've been so strung out Can you picture this? I'll take something It's better than nothing, anything That you've got to give I
Here I stand With lines drawn in the sand On each side there's an ocean Staring out to see the lights as they pull me in It's brings me close to home
No one told me there'd be days like these I'm sick of sinkin' man I'm on my knees Tell me again just why you lied to me It's separation anxiety Where
I don't know what I can take Can you feel the pressure break? I've been getting by on nothing How long? So long Feeling like I lost my vision Transmission
I'm no good I feel too small Something's gonna burn Sink on you Drunken highways Someone take the wheel Faded in the blackout you left me in It's safer
Staring down the boulevard Crescent heights the city lights the way To another wasted day Shiny cars and shooting stars California dreaming in my ear
I could hang around You could let me down again But it's killing me I can't waste a sound again You'll break me if you can You'll break me if you can
art of losing We're the kids, we're the kids We're the kids in America We're the kids, we're the kids We're the kids in America
I need a better way to get my head straight It's not like anybody would know Gotta silver cloud high above me Running circles around and round me Turn
I can?t believe I hung around with you all this time You drove me crazy with your OCD, girl you're out of your mind I?m counting on UFO's to beam me up
And you need me every time, I'll wait it out for a while, But someone get me outta here. It's better now that I'm not around. Maybe you can see
Another Friday night, to get the feeling right At the bar when he sees her coming over What you gonna tell if she walks up to you? Tongue tied better