You don't know how long Vie been
Wandering around these unmarked streets
To the middle of my ghost town
Vie been awake all day
And tonight I'll do the same
My reoccurring dreams of houses filled with flames I let burn down
You'll never, never know who left who and who left who behind
You'll never, never know who left who and who left who behind
"I don't care," she said "What's going through your head.
If you write one song about me
I'll never speak to you."
Does it gotta be that way? Some famous last words
I'm sorry to say, you best plug your ears baby
I'm not going out without a sound
It's hard enough for me to get these words out
I am your stereo, you are my picture frame
I play you what's inside me when who you hold will change
We were more complicated than all the songs that remind me of you
There's nothing wrong with looking back
Unless you're aching for the past
I love the sound of my voice and the words that I have written down
This is my life, proof in sound that I
I am your stereo
You are my picture frame
I play you what's inside me
When who you hold will change