These are the lies I have created This is the story of my life I've been thinking of everything I used to want to be Of me, of you and me I'm in the middle of nothing And it's where I want to be Why at the bottom of everything

Mary was the type of girl Tell me did you see her face Tell me did you smell her taste Tell me what's the difference Don't they all just look the same inside? Buddha for Mary Here it comes This is the life on Mars Mary was a different girl