I'm starting over at Entry Level. It's just like changing uniforms. I'm getting older, my heart unravels. Again, again, I'm getting bored. Rent to own. We can't afford to buy. Might move again, you know, but that's alright. Holiday from the burn. Calling sick out of work. In my dream, I had never met you. Everything was dark and blue. A golden light came in through the window, onto you, only you. Split the check. I can't afford to buy. But with you, everything's alright. Dream away from the burn. Can't take back all the words. Dream away from the burn. The past can't be changed by the learned. No. I'm starting over at entry level. It's just like changing uniforms. I'd like to try and just start all over. Again, without getting bored. Again, without getting bored.

Nostalgia! The kind that grabs your heart and doesn't let it go. The kind that takes away all the fear of the future you don't know. Ah, we don't need anything new, when we focus on the old. It's he kind that pulls you back when you leave and makes you think of home. You tell me not to do something that you've never tried to do. You tell me to go because I'm leaving without you. Alone. And I feel like, one day, you'll see me coming home. Alone. I feel like, one day, you'll take me for granted, on my own. It comes down to distance. It's nothing but distance. I could be back in an instant. It comes down to distance. It's nothing but distance. You don't call for instance. I could be back in an instant. But I'm not back and I won't be back for a long time. For a long time. But I'm not back and I won't be back for a long, long time. For a long time. But I'm not back and I won't be back for a long. For a long time. But my heart's gone on to the sunset. I've left. But you're never gonna forget. Go! No! Things will never be the same again. I'll be back one day. Then we can sort out who's to blame. But I'm not back. But you might be back. It's not never, just forever. But I'm not back. But you might be back. It's not never, just forever. I'm not back. But you might be back. It's not never, just forever. I'm not back. But you might be back. It's not never, just forever.

The kind of day that makes you want to live forever. It's all free and easy but happens almost never. Like the best book I've ever read but the ending I know, yeah, that's the way it goes. And we don't feel like we're heard. How come so few get the life we all deserve? Anyway, sometimes the way it goes in our heads, isn't how it turns out in the end, any way. The laptop's fine. Wish we had a record player. Our friend doesn't use hers but we don't want to pay her. Like a bad movie with the ending predictable, yeah, that's the way it goes. All the things that we don't talk about are the kinds of things that are coming out anyway. Talking's hard when I have my doubts. Maybe flowers will grow at the end of the drought. When it can't get any worse but then comes another, when I feel like I just can't do it any longer, I think of how it could be, if we made it so. Yeah, that's the way it goes.

Around the park we pedal back. Past the birds and junk food snacks. Just you and me. Fine just to be. Budget Inn and Cheap Motels Don't mind the carpet or the smell. Just you and me. Fine just to be. Just you and me. Fine just to be.

"When you grow up, you can be anything you want to be." But then we all grow up. I'd like to know what there is left for me. Listing after listing after listing after listing... 5 years minimum experience to be. Cover letter, cover letter, cover letter, cover letter... I have the time to do all of this for free. But it's ok. Well, it has to be. That's how it's gonna be. But it's ok. Well, it has to be. I'm just applying for entry level. 4 years of debt make up this degree. Lucky my heart is made of metal. Anything to make mom and dad proud of me. You'll see. I'll be the one that's picked. Flower from weeds. It's ok. The low income minimum wage. Flower from weeds. When we grow up, we can all be anything we want to be. Anything that we can reach. I'm still applying for entry level. 6 years of debt make up this degree. Lucky my heart is made of metal. Anything to make mom and dad proud of me. You'll see. Entry Level. Entry Level... I'll be the one that's picked. Flower from weeds. It's ok. Entry Level. Entry Level... The low income minimum wage. Flower from weeds.

If ever I got rich off of a song, I'd fix up our finance. I'd give our friends a chance. I guess I wouldn't be rich very long. If ever we could all just understand, we'd see it through their eyes. They'd get to try our lives and maybe we'd all come out holding hands. If ever we could turn out all the lights, we'd have to really dream it and Some might even be it. For sure, we'd really think about our lives. If ever I could get a second chance, you know I'd do it right and we would never fight and maybe we'd just come out holding hands. You know we're just around for a short time. We need to think about it and decide. Is this how I want to be remembered? What they'll talk about forever - at least until the memory of me dies. If ever I could get a second chance. You know, I'd have to do it all again.