Apartments are cages, I still don't know what is permanent, permanent.
Playgrounds are graveyards and all of our scars are permanent, permanent.
There's no replacement for places,
I'll always love you, you're mine.
Numb is the new high, old memories die out 'till
Nothing and nowhere is golden.
Some say we always only wanting to get off,
Some say our hands are much too soft.
Some say our life is insane;
But it isn't insane on paper.
Some say our hair is in our eyes,
Some say we're out of our little minds
Some say our life is insane,
But it isn't insane on paper to have to ask