Lookin' for to make some sense out of nothin' Lookin' for the hunger to hang on Lookin' for to know if you're really worth it Lookin' for a reason not to be gone Your signs are fadin', Baby I can't read 'em anymore Can't you see where I'm standin', Baby

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone Miss Atomic Bomb Racing shadows under moonlight And for a second there we'd won You were standing with your girlfriends in the street Falling back on forever, I wonder what you came to be I was new in town, the boy with

It's hard to say but now you're gone So does it really matter I'm sorry that I never said How much you had really meant I'm sorry that I never tried To tell you I was on your side They don't seem to know your name Does it really matter? They don't even

You left without saying Goodbye to me Now that you're gone away All I can think about is All I think about now Is you and me A note by the door

Seems like all the good shits gone Hey God, there's nights you know I want to scream These days you're even hard to believe I know how busy you must be, but Hey God... Hey God-Tell me what the hell is going on, Do you ever think about me It keeps on

Hard, when you're here all alone And everyone else's gone home Harder to know right from wrong When all objectivity's gone And it's gone But you still Hard, not to sit on your hands

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone Miss Atomic Bomb Racing shadows under moonlight And for a second there we'd won You were standing with your girlfriends in the street Falling back on forever, I wonder what you came to be I was new in town, the boy with

Crucify you Now the party's over And the money's all gone You remember feeling like Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you In those old cotton fields back home

Lovin' me with your whole heart And two Mississippi, we scream Three Mississippi, you're gone Sayin' that you're done, you don't want it no more Like nothin' ever happened at all One Mississippi, you're here To watch each other fall apart And four

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing