The Drama

You scream loud, Sing through the windows
 Send it on through the car's stereo
 You scream loud, Sing through the windows
 Send it on through the car stereo
 You said you were last
 Now I'm caught in the middle, I'm a little reminiscent
 I am knowing that the seconds pass
 As the beat goes
 But, but, you like the fall, then up from the concrete
 Blood on your collar, shoes on the wrong feet
 You live through lies, through lives on the sidewalk
 Hun you'll soon know it's all you, not my fault
 But now you're in two and I pick up the pieces
 You are not you, Well that's not a good reason
 Do what you do to live your own life
 To you it's not wrong, to them it's not right
 You like the way you always are, but something's always wrong
 And I like the way you talk and move
 How you are just, you
 Is it love from above like they sell on T.V.?
 Or the kind you find on the streets you can't see?
 Is it wise to advise all the words in your head?
 Roger that, right? Was it something you said?
 But you like the way you always are, that something's always wrong
 And I like the way you talk and move
 How you are just, you
 You scream loud, Sing through the windows
 Send it on through the car's stereo
 You scream loud, Sing through the windows
 Send it on through the car stereo
 You said you were last
 Now I'm caught in the middle
 I'm a little reminiscent
 I am knowing that the seconds pass
 As the beat goes