looking back searching for the part where we fell apart. the music lost it's spendid overture, gave up parts of you for calloused parts of me, instilled a dreams of rock n' roll. sheets spilling across your dashboard somewhere in west hollywood, between us a song was born. now you're hardly around this small town but i'm still here, kicking to avoid screaming for the one who called me the teenager of the year. waiting for the day your bus turns back my tears.