Rush of the past. I quietly crash and the tables turn. You're beautiful strange, defiantly brash. Be careful now. . Kid you're a cut above. Always just a cut above the rest.
Show us off to all your friends. We're the trophy boys. From here to with and when. We break and break your dreams up. . Keeping us a secret. We're the back pocket believers.
Long live The Reckless and The Brave,. I don't think I wanna be saved,. My song has not been sung. So long live us. Looking out at a town called Suburbia.
Hey kid, you've got a lot of potential. But I think its time to move up. So go on and blow us away with your sound. . Now you're everything that we've come to love.
Stop fucking around with my emotions. I like you better when you're numb. I'm sick and tired of false devotion. Devote yourself to moving on. Or suck it up and let it go.
Lipstick has a way of leaving more than just a mark on my sheets. Coloring my senses cherry red, at least for this week. Kisses under starry night skies, talked about in song.
Well, you're a long walk from my street. And I'm dying in this summer heat. I hope like hell you're waiting, waiting. . Everybody's living like they're crazy in love.
Thanks to you!. Thanks to you I'm moving on. . Chasing out my skeletons and the trouble the have caused.. And all thanks to you I'm turning over. The pages in this book of revelations.