I blew the smoke from my lips,
Remembering the warmth and taste of yours as the cigarette burns against my skin,
Such beauty,
In such ugly places,
You never wanted to give up but I was already gone,
A goner,
I am doomed to walk this world alone but it's all alright,
I ride down these streets in shopping trolleys,
Screaming for freedom,
Searching for it even.

I'm still yours.
Even if you're not mine.

That's how kids like us live,
Goners before they even had a chance and it seems that I never had a plan,
But I did.
The plan was to not have a plan,
And I guess I don't mind people hating me for being a sarcastic shit,
But Ive been going through changes,
I've been playing my rusty old guitar for spare change but if people listened to my lyrics,
They'd realise I don't want their money,
I want their minds,
I want them to realise that real eyes see real lies.

This is not painless,
I'm going through heart breaking changes,
Parties, drinks the craziness ranges,
I don't even recognise myself.
I've become a stranger.

But it's all alright,
As long as my friends know me,
As long as when I need them they stop me,
I'll be alright.
And although your skin is not mine and with that I'll never be fine,
It'll be all alright.