The Drama
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
I said you were first
You said you were last
Now I'm caught in the middle and 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 thru lies thru lives on the sidewalk
Hun you'll soon know it's all you not my fault...
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 (whoa)
But 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 that you find on the street you can't see?
And is it wise to advise all the words in your head -
Roger that, right? Was it something you said?
You like the way you always are, but something's always wrong (whoa)
But I like the way you talk and move, how you are just, you...
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
I said you were first
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...
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
I said you were first
You said you were last
Now I'm caught in the middle and 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 thru lies thru lives on the sidewalk
Hun you'll soon know it's all you not my fault...
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 (whoa)
But 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 that you find on the street you can't see?
And is it wise to advise all the words in your head -
Roger that, right? Was it something you said?
You like the way you always are, but something's always wrong (whoa)
But I like the way you talk and move, how you are just, you...
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
You scream loud, sing through the window
Send it on thru the car's stereo
I said you were first
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...