Believe

No one's in the car with me
To go to 7-Eleven at 2am
Split my Boston creme pie with
Sit on a rooftop and get high with
Flying outta here through the sky

Instead I drive alone
In my three layers and torn up sweats
Dammit I just want to be loved
Instead grandfathers ask to play and I run

I want to believe that someday it'll be true for sure
But that's hard to do when all that's thrown my way
Are nothing more than future royalties
I just want to be loved goddammit

I run to the door
Ready to jump in your arms and run away
But as I'm approaching
The door is barricaded
With a sign taped saying
"Come back later, much later"



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Whitlock, Steve Bates, Larry Lee
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