The drunk kids, the catholics They're all about the same They're waiting for something Hoping to be saved
I've given up trying to understand what people think about me.
I always embrace the worst-case scenario.
You could be happy, the minute you try. Why won't you try? Oh won't you try?
Why are you scared to dream of god when it's salvation that you want?
The sound of loneliness makes me happier.