And things are dark but it's bound too low He gonna change then I don't know We tried the same everyday But I be a little insane, you know! Gonna try try to get inside I'm not leaving on the 95 Don't look around cause I'm not here And Lisa, I don't live on the earth And friends at ease and I walk out He said and I like Christmas trees Were going nice give you that breeze I'm going in the stars to meet The people that get down on the floor You know that I've been run thru that door And I'm living in this city and tried to escape that The life I have decided to live Yes Do you know what I am? Riding on the line I'll take a list of your five You're fucking hell in my sight And I'm going into brothers' room But now I'm leaving American She said He's on his way He's on his way Well you forgot that thing I was only a child But it's okay here, back of my mind Ever since the day you came alone I've been writing songs