Cena 25 - Pretty. Odd.

"Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.
Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.

Everybody gets there and everybody gets their way.
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I’m the only one to blame.

Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.
I feel the same, I’m on my way and I say.

I wanna go where everyone goes,
I wanna know what everyone knows,
I wanna go where everyone feels the same.

I never said I'd leave this city
I never said I'd leave this town.
A falling out we won’t tiptoe about."

(THAT GREEN GENTLEMEN - P.A.T.D.)