take a little for yourself   pass it on to someone else   there's not enough real love   i know what everyone is someone else   remember when we were ten   my complicated friend   it's all the same fun and games   come over you can show me how you play   black limousine   trailing me   through the streets   dark and clean   all your worries in a box   hiding under locks   they're onto you   maybe not   we're older then I ever knew we got   quick and easy to replace just a body   and a face   your numbers aren't good enough   a picture and a letter that you lost   a dying dream   we're laughing at nothing   my final scene   just waiting for something   black limousine trailing me   through the streets   remember me?