The story of my life, is I got bones
My body
By the year 2,020
I want to look at what we
I fly out to see you
But nobody's home.
So I drive
In a way I'm giving up,
I guess I should have
Rain, running down my face
You've been there for days now
And
Oh
So If I ask you to stay
You remind me
Ask me I say I know
Oh it's sarcastic I take
Why do you run?
Why do you hide?
And where have you