22 in my bedroom
22 in LA
Im tired of feeling like bad news
Im tired of running away
Could it rain in my desert head?
A change of terrain
Help me shed off my winter skin
Im so tired of playing pretend
I wanna believe again
And when the world comes crashing down
Will you be sticking around, around with me?
And will our chemical collision withstand any division
By man or divinity?
Im tired :(