Saturday, January 29

I cant explain a thing
no, I want everything
to change and stay the same
the sun doesn't care about anyone or anything
now come together
come apart only get lonely when you read the charts

and oh baby
when they made me, they broke the mold
boys used to follow me around then I got cold

fly your cameras in the air
and wave 'em like you just don't care

I will never believe in anything again.