take a little for yourself
pass it on to someone else
there's not enough real love
i know what everyone is someone else
remember when we were ten
my complicated friend
it's all the same fun and games
come over you can show me how you play
black limousine
trailing me
through the streets
dark and clean
all your worries in a box
hiding under locks
they're onto you
maybe not
we're older then I ever knew we got
quick and easy to replace just a body
and a face
your numbers aren't good enough
a picture and a letter that you lost
a dying dream
we're laughing at nothing
my final scene
just waiting for something
black limousine trailing me
through the streets
remember me?