I don’t wanna be a mountain
Or a motion in the sand
Or a fly up on the window
Where I ask to hold your hand
High school was a tragedy
I don’t think you disagree
You know I’m a loser back home
Dressed up like a cross bearer
A failure
If I paint a picture postcard
Of a paradise retreat
Where the neighbors aren’t screaming
At the kids across the street
Would you sit next to me
I would try most anything
You’d like ‘till the cows come back home
I’d swear like a lost sailor
To come back home again
Again
Again
Again
Again