Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all.
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling,
And now the red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling,
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall,
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust,
Just think happy thoughts and we'll fly home.
We'll fly home.
You and I,
We'll fly home.

Back home
Off the run
Singing songs that make you slit your wrists
It isn't that much fun
Staring down a loaded gun
So I won't stop dying
Won't stop lying
If you want, I'll keep on crying
Did you get what you deserve?
Is this what you always want me for?
I miss you
I miss you so far
And the collision of your kiss that made it so hard

From the way that you acted
To the way that I felt it
It wasn't worth my time
And now it's sad cause all I missed
Wasn’t that good to begin with
And now I've started you begging
Saying things that you don't mean
It isn't worth my time
A line's a dime a million times
And I'm about to see all of them

The sky is blue, the grass is brown
My head is buried inside this helmet
And the ever present threat of parasites
So take my hand, let's get these motors running!
So you drive red (you drive red)
And I'll drive black (I'll drive black)
(We'll see who's machine was most recently serviced)
We'll slit these rows of Goodyears like a knife