Dear Miss Lonelyheart

I was supposed to do great things I'd know the rule's law But I wasn't raised to shoot for fame I had the safety on I cut my ties, I sold my rings I wanted nervous If you start from scratch and have to sing, Just for the fun of it Chorus: I'll be alr

A swollen tongue, a plastic gun Red burn from an orange sun These oil rigs will crack and run These palm trees will be chopped to a stump I've wandered, seen visions, I never could fit in I'm out there, you'll find me, I never lost that easy You imit