When you feel no one knows just what you're going through

And play it cool

And then he died, in his lonely house, on the lonely street, in that lonely part of the world; you can go on his Facebook

I got a feeling that my friends are gonna kick in your brain

I got a feeling that the marijuana's rotting your brain

See, I keep getting this stuff wrong, take me out, put me on

We get back to my house

You've been reading 'bout yourself on a plane, fame for a change

A beach of drowning three-year-olds

Oh, 'Sleepless Knight', a grown up man dressed in white

The worst inside of us begets

And so she wrote a plan for it on the back of a fag packet

What if you die with all of the cameras?

Before you go, (please don't go) turn the big light off

And I'll shoot him if it's what you ask

You're mad thinking you could ever save me

You got excited and now you find out that your girl won't even get you undressed or care about your beating chest

That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow

He said, 'Give me a date I can work on, my heart hurts'

I know you don't feel alright