i think im all mixed upnim to scared to look downni feel a bit to highntheir is no need to move nownif your skin seems wornnwhy not shake it offnwhy pretend that you are somewherenjust admit that your lostnwont you give me a kissnmake sure that it is sweetnoh how i miss your lipsnand your converse feetnbe it a nashville sunshinenor maybe floridas skynmaybe my winter park apartment i wonder how far i would drivennwe all feel a little lonelynwe all feel some what usednwe all want to know we are somethingnwe all want to stay coolnnbut you cant get foundnif you are never lostnif you never bleed then sympathy is all you gotnand you will never feel somethingnyou got to feel something