Radio Is So Fragmented, It's

I Drive A Mustang. A 2005 Five-speed Gt Convertible.

Even In Junior High, I Always Knew I Had A Talent For Music And I Knew I Could Make Money That Way.

She Never Looks At The Ring.

And You Pretend It Doesn't Bother You, When You Just Want To Explode.

Later In The Evening When You Lie Awake In Bed With The Echoes From The Amplifiers Ringing In Your Head.