There's a seat open on the bus
You can sit and tell me your thoughts
(I could give a shit about being seen)
Past another commercial zone
(I saved you a seat right next to me)
Where are they coming from?
You may think I'm giving up
Or maybe that's what you want
I may never know what's right
But I think I know what I like
There's a space opening up
It's a void or a stepping stone
(I knocked on your door at seventeen)
One more chance to prove me wrong
(The last time I dressed up on Halloween)
What's the use in holding on?
You may think I'm giving up
Or maybe that's what you want
I may never know what's right
But I think I know what I like