Stop before you get me started
Maybe I'll just go
I'm not exactly broken hearted, but I think you already know
That there's more to the story than I'm givin up
Maybe I should just grow up
There's a picture of a girl somewhere that fits this empty frame
And there's a song here somewhere with a happier refrain
It came to me, think they call it an Epiphany, man that's a big word
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary
Somewhat documented and depicted in this book of memories
That's as empty as a broken glass, or gas tank in my car
If you can here me now
Come out come out, wherever you are
I try hard not to remember, I wish I could forget
Thoughts of you in syndication
Just like the time I met Joan Jett
At a Grammy party on a Saturday night after you and me had a big fight
There's a picture of a boy somewhere that fits your empty frame
I tried switching the station but the song remains the same
It came to me, think they call it an Epiphany
That line was lame
[Chorus]
Are you still at home?
Or did you go to Rome?
I swear I think I saw you on some Italian movie
Showing on the plane, I couldn't read your name
Subtitles don't work on credits, man that's a shame
And it's a shame bout me and you
No one to blame but, you
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary somewhat documented,
And depicted in this book of memories
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary somewhat documented,
And depicted in this book of memories
If you can hear me now
If you can hear him now
If you can hear me now
Come out come out wherever you are
Wherever you are
I think they call it an Epiphany
Maybe I'll just go
I'm not exactly broken hearted, but I think you already know
That there's more to the story than I'm givin up
Maybe I should just grow up
There's a picture of a girl somewhere that fits this empty frame
And there's a song here somewhere with a happier refrain
It came to me, think they call it an Epiphany, man that's a big word
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary
Somewhat documented and depicted in this book of memories
That's as empty as a broken glass, or gas tank in my car
If you can here me now
Come out come out, wherever you are
I try hard not to remember, I wish I could forget
Thoughts of you in syndication
Just like the time I met Joan Jett
At a Grammy party on a Saturday night after you and me had a big fight
There's a picture of a boy somewhere that fits your empty frame
I tried switching the station but the song remains the same
It came to me, think they call it an Epiphany
That line was lame
[Chorus]
Are you still at home?
Or did you go to Rome?
I swear I think I saw you on some Italian movie
Showing on the plane, I couldn't read your name
Subtitles don't work on credits, man that's a shame
And it's a shame bout me and you
No one to blame but, you
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary somewhat documented,
And depicted in this book of memories
All I ever wanted was a little extra ordinary somewhat documented,
And depicted in this book of memories
If you can hear me now
If you can hear him now
If you can hear me now
Come out come out wherever you are
Wherever you are
I think they call it an Epiphany