I was born to beg for you I'd cry, crawl I'd do it all Teakettle love, I'd do anything Crushed on the train We'd stand by the window Sweat through the hard parts of June We hugged it out and ducked it on purpose Nothing else I needed to do

And I know I could be more clever I was out on the town So I came to your window last night I tried not to throw stones But I wanted to come inside Now I'm causing a scene, thinking you need a reason to smile Oh no, what have I done? There's no one to

Ex-friends till the end Better off as lovers Best friends And not the other way around Racing through the city Windows down In the back of Yellow-checkered cars I wrote a goodbye note

Trouble, but ain't we all? Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all?

Take me home today The window opens I hear the toddling waves I think about the soldiers, I think about the interstates I would like to leave it all just for a week or two Maybe I'd see it in clarity, whatever I would see It's all so confusing, I don't

"Daddy daddy daddy, all my life "Baby baby babe, I got all night to listen to the heart of a girl" There is no end (there is no end) Looking out my window An angel in robes appeared and nearly pulled me apart A million miles of freedom, a million miles

Window to window and wall to wall Can of Krylon, we out to bomb Four in the morning I'm with the squad There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall Who-who-who is he?

All I wanna do is make my hometown proud Make them turn it up loud, roll them windows down Gonna give them that sound, everybody's talking about We still the same old, same old southern boys Still got that same old, same old southern voice We're singing

Letting everything go And then they say (hey) and then they say Now this would be a beautiful death Jumping out the window No one man should have all that power (21st century schizoid man) The clock's tickin', I just count the hours 'Til then, fuck that,

Where was I before you came around I was drifting, no place to call home Without you lovin' me You give me someone to believe in Staring out the window Watching the night turn into day It's 4 in the morning I've got so many things to say I've been out