without speaking my name you said it loud and clear
voices in a tight [bad word] on over here
every single day of the week will have to do by now
anywhere you want to go is all fine by me

the legend of a pink ferrari, the loss of something dear to you
your reason to be cheerful, your very first day in school
the voices in the back of your head sailing a diamond sea
grafitti on your bedroom walls and loose cannons going crazy

is it warm where going
is there fun to be
can [bad word] along or do i have to stay at home?
is it cold
is it snowing
is there room for me to nevermind what’s up and down and right or wrong

i heard you weren’t afraid of the dark nomore like you used to be
that the monsters hiding our underneath your bed had gone away for good
that when [bad word] around you have a plan to go out camping
by yourself in the woods
light up a heavy bonfire and wish it all away

dream you’ve been sleeping
for a thousand years
waking up while breaking down these bits and pieces
man what a morning
i’m up and wide awake
ready to begin all over again