» I Wouldn't Be Caught Dead in Timonium

I swear now when did I become for
sale as they bargain for my head
and my heart. If I had the chance
I'd kill this Florida sun, cause
summer is tearing me apart. Now
when did I become so paranoid and
defensive in my own skin, looking for reasons to push everyone
away.

This choir of ghosts God how they won't stop singing - "You're one of us!"

This is your heart, look what you've done
yeah you've gone and misplaced it.
We're looking for love, and I never knew it was gone.

We sit and wait for this pouring rain to
come, it lands with criminal intent. I hope it washes my conscience clean, cause I swore I would make amends - For every
failed attempt at change but its hard to look in the mirror when your own reflection is working up the courage to escape.

This is your heart.