Tekster: This Time Next Year. Road Maps And Heart Attacks. Alex In Wonderland.

If you?re walking home tonight, say your prayers keep to the streetlights.
I know I?m on your mind with the worst intentions.
I'm working up the guts to say you weren't enough.
Fuck what your friends will say; I never was about you anyway.

And I know its not me; your ruse and cigarettes, your lack of sensibility.
So let go, forget me; you?re lost just like the rest and not taking my stability.
You?re love?s pariah, her renegade; I know it?s not in my head.
You?re a walking disaster, you need to grow up. I wish you nothing more.

It?s bad enough that every day I can?t wake up and sing along to songs about me.
I'm working up the guts to say you weren't enough.
Fuck what your friends will say, Alex is a boys name anyway.

And I know its not me; your ruse and cigarettes, your lack of sensibility.
So let go, forget me; you?re lost just like the rest and not taking my stability.
You?re love?s pariah, her renegade; I know it?s not in my head.
You?re a walking disaster, you need to grow up. I wish you nothing more.

I won?t be the only one that lets you down. You?ve shown your true colors.
You?ve lied to yourself, now there?s no boy at you is door.
I?m jaded, so jaded, and I wish you nothing more you?re a walking disaster if I knew one