Twentyseven Lyrics

I want to be fearing something
I want to be steering something
I want to be hearing something
in my car
I want to be losing something
I want to be confusing something
I want to be using something
in my heart

but I just waint until the van
pulls up to take me away
to that toilet bowl of sin
I'm turning twenty-seven soon
I never thought I'd still be
shooting for the man on the moon
my eyes will never look so blue
without you, I'd be through

I could always ruin somethingthing
if you'd ever give my phone a ring
at least I still think I can sing
alright
so obsessed with what I seek
that you're losing out on the weeks
guess I'm still figuring out
who I like

I've been losing a friend a week
trying to make a martyr out of me