wish i were in genoa city there's so much there to do i paint my name on a freeway bridge to be a part of something new i've been this way for half my life somewhere inside
I've got big plans and dreams there's little seams i've left unsewn i ran away with sal and dean but it was just a book i never touched the road i guess you just couldn't see this through someone else's eyes
Sometimes i feel the butterflies wishin to see some different skies sometimes i'm better off alone sometimes i think i'm really wise planting truth among the lies you and i know that none of this is written in stone
i know we were loud last night your broom shook our floor somehow i know we got a drinking problem just don't wanna solve it right now better of unsung than giving up being young
I know your words were impressive if i just listened to what you said and all the critics were so agressive i considered the conversation dead
excuse me please your highness i have a disease called shyness
sometimes i feel the butterflies wishin to see some different skies sometimes i'm better off alone at times i think you're really wise difference of truth among the lies you and i know that none of this is written in stone
just turn the music up real loud and yell at each other from across the room just pretend you can understand me we'll pretend not to hear the truth
is there no method in the madness of our youth?
sometimes i feel the butterflies wishing to see some different skies sometimes i'm better off alone at times i think we're really wise any truth among the lies? you and i know that none of this is written in stone
but you and i know that none of this is written in stone.. etc.