We had reason to believe that it would always be good
We had reason to believe that it was doomed from the start
It turned out a farce

Condescending son has gone and sun is coming out my son for us
The bus is missing must be something in the weather’s cloudy day
We just might be late
Narcoleptic networkers who park their carcass in the market parking lot without their car keys waiting for the prophet’s caucus to pass
What a waste of gas

Now I don’t believe in Cinderella
Read the wiki page about depression had another stella I don’t
Wanna know
How your bratty kids are doing after being raised in private school who get drool on their dicks instead of blood on their lips I don’t
Really care what you say

I duck for cover when there’s nothing there
I scream for help like wood chipped chair
I’m broken in two, maybe three, maybe four
I hit the floor
I cry in the day in the brilliant light
I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go, and I stop, and I go, and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life

dwelling on missed kisses with the misses please dismiss I pissed the bliss away amiss with remiss from untaken risk has gotta be good for something
But don’t lie to me
Jocks in wheelchairs getting glares of former glory unrepaired just gotta walk away, oh wait, they can’t
They think, “At least I got good hair”

We had reason to expect that forever was a virtue
We had reason to believe in a thing called love
What a bunch of crud

Now I don’t believe in Cinderella
Read the wiki page about depression had another stella I don’t
Wanna know
How your bratty kids are doing after being raised in private school who get drool on their dicks instead of blood on their lips I don’t
Really care what you say

I duck for cover when there’s nothing there
I scream for help like wood chipped chair
I’m broken in two, maybe three, maybe four
I hit the floor

I cry in the day in the brilliant light
I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go, and I stop, and I go, and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life

I drop for cover when there’s nothing there
I scream for help like wood chipped chair
I’m broken in two, maybe three, maybe four
I hit the floor
I cry in the day in the brilliant light
I smile in the cab on a Monday night
I go, and I stop, and I go, and I stop
Teenage Romance in a Fast Life