Well you leave, when you got what you came here for.
Its not the way you where, its not the way you are.
Well you leave, when you feel that you got what you came
here for.
ts not the way you where, its not the way you are.
Last in line you pick me up, then you hold me down.
We are the reckless, the disintegreted, now the loveless
and the separated boys.
Well i see when you leave that i think that you wanted 
more
Its not the way you where, its not the way you are.
So i left, when i saw what you came here for.
ts not the way you where, its not the way you are.
Last in line you pick me up, then you hold me down.
We are the reckless, the disintegreted, now the loveless
and the separated boys.
We are the desperados.