Goodbye little star, or plane, or UFO
Are you home yet? can I come by?
No I told you we're not together anymore
And I can't handle both our problems okay
Waiting to fix overtime, I want to
All I have are 50 cents and a couple mosquito bites
Not gonna talk to her until I keep it from her
She knows when I'm upset
I have ghosts in my voice
I push everyone away and then I complain that I'm alone
No room for others when I try to find a home
But thats not true, I need you to pierce the bad brain
Oh I need you to finally fix the pain
But thats not true, I need you to pierce the bad brain
Oh that is true, I need you to finally fix the pain
But thats not true, I need you to pierce the bad brain
Oh that is true, I need you to finally fix the pain