You were everything, everything that I wanted. We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it. And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away. All this time you were pretending. So much for my happy ending.
There's nothin' else I can do, but love you the best that I can.
I'm like a Sid Vicious for a new generation.
Face tomorrow tomorrow's not yesterday
He was a punk, she did ballet. What more can I say.
I don't really care if my clothes are wrinkled or there's a stain on my shirt. Going out on the road, your clothes are dirty.