I've got a hundred thousand watts, hundred thousand dollar stereo. Surrounded by speakers but I'm mono as hell. Got a hundred sad songs about the day that you walked out.
They say, somethin' I don't wanna hear. Ringin' like a shotgun, in my ear. . But they don't know, what I'm really aimin' for. Gonna leave a mark on, society.
I should've called but it was late and you were sleeping, my dear. I would hate for you to hear what I was putting you through. I'm tryin' hard to be the man I know that you think, I am.