My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And

Let The Poets Cry Themselves To Sleep, And All Their Tearful Words Will Turn Back Into Steam.

I Wanna Be Your Happiness. I Wanna Be Your Common Sense Pain.

My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And The Spinning Never Stops.

I'm Happy Just Because I Found Out I Am Really No One

The Way My Life's Structured, I Don't Stay In A Place For More Than A Couple Months.