I had a fire in me Used to know what that means I don't know when it went out And now I've been having these dreams Where I'm running down streets And I end up at your house You broke my heart more than I thought I forgave you already I would answer if you called I don't have a buck to my name but Goddamn, I'm a star I'm a genius who fucked up Don't we all masturbate? Don't we all have last names? Oh, honey, you're too good for this world But I, I can't cry anymore over boys with Pink hair, over girls with blue eyes I'm fuckin' twenty-five And all I want, I want more, I want more than A bedroom in Hollywood somewhere Just tryin' to get by I followed you down to the coast Said I loved you the most I never meant to wake up I wish that we had some more time I wish that I had the patience but Baby, you're too young I take photographs of my friends So I'll remember them when I'm Old and can't stand up Our memories die with our brains But I do not wanna die Let's forget and just make love Don't we all get the mail? Don't we all take a piss? Oh my god, you're too good for this world But I, I can't cry anymore over boys with Pink hair, over girls with blue eyes I'm fuckin' twenty-five And all I want, I want more, I want more than A bedroom in Hollywood somewhere Just tryin' to get by I want more, I want more, I want more I want more, I want more, I want more Can't cry anymore over you I'm fuckin' twenty-five (mmhm, mmhm, mmhm)