if you seek pleasure in pain and comfort in the rain and having an open heartnand you can't sit through a class, you're head is half up in the cloudsnhalf up your assnnif dark days and bright nights make your world turnnthrow a finger up, light it up and let it burnnyou may be lonely but you're not alonennif your tears come out like kidney stonesnstand up proudnwe're screaming even if its not out loudncomplicate the worldnwe're an army of Cusack boys and molly Ringwald girlsnnyou don't speak words you exhale themnkeep them locked inside, you fail themnold habits die hard, but their corpses always stay to haunt younwhen starlight burns bright in the black skynwe'll be driving out, screaming towards the overpassnnrocking in, rocking out to the radionroll your windows downnbump that Manilownin every school in every home there is another sap like younwe're in the park looking up at the stars with nothing else to donone day you'll me another one and you'll kicked out of our club; we never win in lovennand we are the one who never see why growing up has got to be like warnit's touchy feely but its true: there's a loser in the same positionnstanding next to younnstarlight burns bright in the black skynwe do what we want.n