There's a crowd inside. Free in spirit. Nothing dazzling. In appearance. We do the best with. With what we have. No no no. We aren't models. We aren't actors. We are those who sit up in the rafters. After all. That's where. You will find the action. We're searching. For something. Just trying. To make it happen. We listen. To no one. Don't forget we won't forgive. They'll write a story of the lives we lived. Fucked up kids. There's a place for you and all my friends. When the sun falls down. A new day begins. Where feeling good is good enough. Take a left on college avenue. And call your friends they can all come too. They'll write a story of the lives we lived. Me you. We're searching. For something. Just trying. To make it happen. We listen. To no one. Don't forget we won't forgive. They'll write a story of the lives we lived. Fucked up kids. Fucked up kids. I am alone. But I'm not lonely. No it's nothing personal. I prefer to do things on my own. And even though nobody knows me. No I'm not lonely. No I'm raw and invincible. We are alone. But we're not lonely. No it's nothing personal. We prefer to do things on our own. And even though nobody knows it. No we're not lonely. No we're raw and invincible. We are alone. But we're not lonely. No it's nothing personal. We prefer to do things on our own. And even though nobody knows it. No we're not lonely. No we're raw and invincible