Oh, to be young It sounds like so much fun Oh, the long wait For things to happen, expectancy And you, just waiting on me I wanna know what's in your
With our hands up high, we're screamin' Woah, woah oh Woah, woah oh I'm not afraid to make big mistakes. I'm not afraid to fall flat on my face. I need
In that room, Where you sit, Where you live, I know it's good to you. God, I know it's good to you. In your fear, where you lay, Where you think it eases
I'm learning now to see In this weird change of space I"m learning to believe in this life I'm living, I feel you helping me If I were a monster Would
s get out of this place I'm sick of this monster monster You've gotta get here You've gotta get here I'm sick of this monster monster You've gotta get
I'm looking for some stable ground Some kinda place to lay it down And settle for a while I'm sick of looking for a star I won't show anyone my scars
Walking around, looking down For something better There's nothing better Some old weird and familiar sound It's just you leaving town, my God August
Truth works just like it needs to Sharp, an ugly riding off the lips Of someone strange Oh, how weird it can be Looking at you, looking at me I know
I'm on a mission That I think I can't handle It's hard to tough it out I need someone To get me through this Someone to pull me out There you stand There
Windows down, our moods on ten We're here with our wondering Is this all perfect for real? Is perfection the way that we feel? Postcards from the dollar
start hatin', only if you make me I think I'm addicted to naked pictures And sittin talkin' 'bout bitches that we almost had I don't think I'm concious of making monsters
I'm carving pumpkins, It's almost Halloween. All my friends are wondering what they're gonna be. The Monster Mash is playing. You're moving to the beat
Lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection Almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters And I could have used some
cheese than cheddar, soon to breeze like the weather My companion is standing on non-believers With mics you can't test me, you lose against the SP Blacker than Wesley, almost
times I think about yesterday You can asked me about the future I don't know what to say Tomorrow's story's unknown So listen It's almost anyone's guess
Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer prize winner Best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin' my paper Almost
the king of the D I stole a fuckin firetruck and drove through a wendys All that happen to me was a bullet in the kidneys I almost died then but look
There's almost nothin' left An' you eat my kind for breakfast What did I expect To come here and find anyone? Find open arms to greet me And friends to