Boston Exotics doesn't seem to belong in this preppy town
And the restaurant's missing S-T-A-R
I'm missing my star too
But to me you're like a cold spring rain
Your words squeeze my spine
Steal my brain
But I need it to make my plants grow
So I'm immune to the pain
So many faces staring at me from my desk
If I had will and time I'd keep yours and turn the rest
(You'd like that wouldn't you)
But yours isn't there
Do I need to pretend to care?
And, anyway, my watercolors are too sticky to use
And its not my fault you're too picky to use
My tears, my only water for you
The ones that won't be forgotten
Even after you've been for so long
I got back to the room early
And I know I should call you
I've got a card after all
But its too complicated
And I dont understand
And I really dont feel
Like connecting back home anyways
At least not right now
Maybe never
Maybe never
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm sick of walking on suburban spiderwebs
It's NOT alright
It's NOT okay
So why do I keep saying it is
Haste Makes waste
But I've got to get out of here fast
You left me scarred and bleeding
And I don't know why I keep coming back for more
I'm addicted to the pain you inflict
Though it shakes me to my core