The Drama

You scream loud, Sing through the windows
Send it on through the car's stereo
You scream loud, Sing through the windows
Send it on through the car stereo

You said you were last
Now I'm caught in the middle, I'm a little reminiscent
I am knowing that the seconds pass
As the beat goes

But, but, you like the fall, then up from the concrete
Blood on your collar, shoes on the wrong feet
You live through lies, through lives on the sidewalk
Hun you'll soon know it's all you, not my fault

But now you're in two and I pick up the pieces
You are not you, Well that's not a good reason
Do what you do to live your own life
To you it's not wrong, to them it's not right

You like the way you always are, but something's always wrong
And I like the way you talk and move
How you are just, you

Is it love from above like they sell on T.V.?
Or the kind you find on the streets you can't see?
Is it wise to advise all the words in your head?
Roger that, right? Was it something you said?

But you like the way you always are, that something's always wrong
And I like the way you talk and move
How you are just, you

You scream loud, Sing through the windows
Send it on through the car's stereo
You scream loud, Sing through the windows
Send it on through the car stereo

You said you were last
Now I'm caught in the middle
I'm a little reminiscent
I am knowing that the seconds pass
As the beat goes