The sponge sits dryed up on the sink   four days have passed since the house was clean   locked out of the gates of my own harsh world   driving down the lifeless streets   looking up for worthless dreams   getting my heart torn out by a so called girl...   friend      (chorus)Rocket Ship blasted off to outer space   the dreams that i chase are behind me now   but the things that i have done only just begun    and im still trying to figure out      The suicide is still with me   my mind is not clearing   from the measures i have to have   keeping away from the parade   staying inside our little game   if you keep telling me im going to get mad