things are shaping up to be pretty odd 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 there and everybody gets their way i never said i missed her when everybody kissed her now i'm the only one to blame
things have changed for me and that's okay i feel the same i'm on my way and i say
i want to go where everyone goes i want to know what everyone knows i want to go where everyone feels the same
i never said i'd leave the city i never said i'd leave this town a falling out we won't tiptoe about
