Oh well you may have wrote the script
but now I'm running the show. . . .
And your whole entire family
really don't have to know . . . .
Oh well I think about you
in shades of pink and blue. . . .
And if I go and hold your hand
would you even have a clue? . . . .
You took your heart shaped glasses
and you broke my soul . . . .
And as I clung on to your side
I nearly lost control . . . .
and every time I hear you laugh
you really freak me out . . . .
But later tonight when I close the door
I'm gonna lay you down . . . .

Everything tastes like cotton candy

Oh well I'm falling out of love
and I'm not sure you know . . . .
but when I hold your hand
my heart starts to go . . . .
And when I hear the sirens
I think that they're coming for me . . . .
Who would have thought that our love
would work out so tragically? . . . .
Oh well every single day
feels exactly the same . . . .
But if I go the extra mile
nothing's gonna ever really change . . . .
But when I work myself up
I know I'm too big to fail . . . .
I'm a 5 mile man
on a 10 mile trail . . . .

Everything tastes like cotton candy

Mr Cool in your new shoes
who's your latest casualty?
You got your camera in your backpack
and all the girls right up your sleeve
Look at you,
oh you think you're slick
You're 27 and your hairline
is receeding quick
You think you're class
but you're so low rent
You're counting down the days
until your girlfriend's reaching
the age of consent
It's the ironic pornographer
going down the street today
telling tales of debauchery
and all the girls he gave away
Fooling them but you don't fool me
Oh you'll never be the artist
you're pretending to be
You think you're class
but you're so low rent
You're counting down the days
until your girlfriend's reaching
the age of consent