Found a little spark
In the middle of the dark
Like lightning hitting
Fenway Park
Buried my eyes
In my hands for days
Just to look up
With nothing to say
Should've ran faster
Should've been plastered
It's my fault
That I'm a bastard
Treating my life like I'm oh so sad
By the way, where's my dad?
Looking out to space
From a window on Mars
Zoning out
From the shooting stars Everything I've felt
Is never gonna help
It's pretty fucking sad
When you hate yourself
Life is short
And the years do fly
So I made my life
As a private eye
Crime scene lovin'
Pushin' and shovin
Met a girl baked in the oven
Multiply my broken dreams
By 59 and 17
Multiply my broken dreams
By 59 and 17

Staring down
The barrel of a gun
I lost the one
That gave me the sun
Staring down
The barrel of a gun
I lost the one
That gave me the (my) fun