I don't know what I'm doing, or where I'm going,
But when I get there, and I sort things out,
I hope, I hope that I do it well.

It's the excitement, it's the anxiety, then the let down.
It's the vivid dreams that fall away from our memory.
I won't be your sorrow anymore,
Or that crutch that validates those pictures inside your head.

When you hear this song, I hope your ears bleed.
Cause it's in this song that I hear you.
When you hear this song, I hope you head for the hills.

It's there that you will find me, and you'll lose me.
Cause it's there that you will be beautiful.