It comes back
Like a Batarang
The memory of all of us upon

It cuts right through my skin
In deep
I can't see why
You'd do this to me
I'm trying

You're not better than me
Because you can be my enemy
To be like them
To be like you
I'd rather be like me

The glory
Of what it used to be
It cuts my hair
Like I was young again

Your best friend
Delinquents of a natural kind
The party 4th of July
But you were not there

It cuts right through my skin
In deep
I can't see why
You'd do this to me
I'm trying

You're not better than me
Because you can be my enemy
To be like them
To be like you
I'd rather be like me

Take me out
Into this place I call home
I suppose
You couldn't find yourself one
You believe
That I have everything
To do with your enemies
I'm trying

You're not better than me
Because you can be my enemy
To be like them
To be like you
I'd rather be like me