Put your cigarette down, Suburban HeelnLeave your finger nails alonenWith you are younSmell the gravel warmnOh belated JunenWho's the realtornBuy your head back soonnnScratch your dry skin name in upside downnKiss your guy friendnWatch the robots frownnHave you ever felt so in love with feelnPut your guard downnBreathe in, follow throughnnBut I don't wanna let gonOf my present pastnI don't mean to waste time but I fear I'm in lastnBlame it all on myselfnThat I'm so insecurenSometimes I think I'd be me if it weren't such a chorennEverybody's got a whale inside their brainnResolution has a point and a rope to thrownIf you'd rather be a fan then crowd aroundnNot many other people make your kind of soundnnHave you ever felt so in love with feelnPut your guard downnBreathe in, follow throughnPut your cigarette down, Suburban HeelnLeave your finger nails alonenWith you are younnBut I don't wanna let gonOf my present pastnAnd I don't mean to waste time but I fear I'm in lastnBlame it all on myselfnThat I'm so insecurenSometimes I think I'd be me if it weren't such a chorennEverybody's got a whale inside their brainnResolution has a point and a rope to thrownIf you'd rather be a fan then crowd aroundnNot many other people make your kind of soundnnHave a windownAnd put your cigarette down