Do you ever wish for blind stares?nI swear i saw you with the cool kidsnBeing a gentlemannnI'd sell truthnBut i spent all night in my roomnWhat did you expect?nThey quickly crippled younnThat sounds familiar kidnChapped lips and cracked ribsnA bottled view of the coastnWith my friendsnnI swear i saw her in the back seatnLooking real sweetnTrying to play innocentnBut i know just what you donnChapped lips all nightnOn the fourth of julynBut I'm without a sweaternTo get me through this weathernnI woke up in my vannClueless to what just happenednAnd now I'm slightly bruisednThey say I'm just bad newsnnThe night confines cracked ribsnCompliments of my friendsnThe new years lied on the clocknCause nothing seems resolvednnI woke up in my carnNot knowing of what to call hernScaling loose clothing for truthnI guess I'm just bad newsnnA pale series of eventsnLed to belligerencenAnd now i'm scarred for my lifenCause young guns never diennWe searched for safety in squaresnAnd found our wide eyed flarenInside a record playernAnd counter marched our makersnnI wanna float through the skynAnd feel my eyelids strivenTo stay calmnWhen they see that purpose passed me bynnWe prayed at such a frequencynThat heaven said wait and seenIf you still believe in the morningnnChapped lips all nightnOn the fourth of julynBut I'm without a sweaternTo get me through this weathernnI woke up in my vannClueless to what just happenednAnd now I'm slightly bruisednThey say I'm just bad newsnnThe night confines cracked ribsnCompliments of my friendsnThe new years lied on the clocknCause nothing seems resolvednnI woke up in my carnNot knowing of what to call hernScaling loose clothing for truthnI guess I'm just bad newsnnnand when you see me standingnover the city you'll knownthat the snow no longer has an effectnnand if colorful liesnare really your best betnmaybe all the stars were really meant to connectnnand when you hear that i've beenntrying to keep quiet for weeksnmaybe you'll realize it's for you i keepnnmy arms around somethingncompletely out of my reachnjust out of my reachnnChapped lips all nightnOn the fourth of julynBut I'm without a sweaternTo get me through this weathernnI woke up in my vannClueless to what just happenednAnd now I'm slightly bruisednThey say I'm just bad newsnnThe night confines cracked ribsnCompliments of my friendsnThe new years lied on the clocknCause nothing seems resolvednnI woke up in my carnNot knowing of what to call hernScaling loose clothing for truthnI guess I'm just bad newsn