Johnny's dead and I can't breathe   I take 'em so I can fall asleep   I suffer the luxury of hope   I'm walkin' the wire to reach the rope      I'm getting it all down to her pink nails to her details   I'm getting it all down to the bone      You live on a street without a name   You cut off your hair but you're still the same   You kinda regret what you did but hey   You can't get stuck in yesterday      You're getting forgetful in you old age    And blind rage   You're getting forgetful but that's good      Because hope is hope and I'm not you   Thank god we've all got somewhere else to go   So homesick for the place that's not really your home   And you're lonely for a life you'll never know      A decade of waiting by the stairs   And watching the stars and they fell in pairs   Took it for granted that I would stay   I thought of an awful thing to say      I'm getting over just to spite you    Just to write you this song   I hope you can hear me      Because hope is hope and I'm not you   Thank god we've all got somewhere else to go   So homesick for the place that's not really your home   And you're lonely for a life you'll never know   There's a life you'll never know      I'm getting better, wrote a letter   And the name on someone's back   I hope you can read it      Under the flashing lights you thought   Of all of the things that you are not   Meanwhile on the other side   I turn on my radio and cry      But hope is hope and I'm not you   Thank god we've all got somewhere else to go   So homesick for the place that's not really your home   And you're lonely for a life you'll never know   There's a life you'll never know      You're getting forgetful   You're getting forgetful but that's good