When it comes down to it I can't even see   When it comes down to it I exist only in my memories   Not the present or the future, the past is all I know   When it comes down to it I am just a ghost      When it comes down to it I am all alone   My thoughts and actions, my recourses, my own   Truthfully I don't think I am ready for this world    So let's hide inside this skin some more      I may be hopelessly in love   with coffeeshop talks, beach walks, and the stars above   With ideas about action without actually acting   Living our lives, out of our minds      And when it comes down to it I am filled with hope   I look around at all these faces, eyes all full of love   Even though it may be false, it still brings me joy   When it comes down to it I am just a boy      When it comes down to it I am filled with fear   All these plans and punk rock scams that never come to be   That black, white, boy, and girl will always label us   'cause when it comes down to it I am just a product      I am but flesh and blood and bone   Able to be ripped apart, spilled, and mashed to a pulp   And in the end I serve only this earth   My lineage inscribed, microscopic in dirt      When it comes down to i I am just in love   You and him or us and them, I just can't get enough   So let's get married in a place under the sun   Mr. and Mrs. Everyone   Mr. and Mrs. Everyone      We'll all feel safe under the same insurance plan   Mr. and Mrs. Everyone   Mr. and Mrs. Everyone      We'll go out and find the biggest coziest bed to call out own   Much needed rest will finally come   Mr. and Mrs. Everyone