You are the first in your me parade.
You're getting older, they stay the same.
Your funny look and your jealous eyes.
They can't relate to a thing you say.

When all in all is all we are
May not get you very far.

It keeps you up at night,
How did they by their way into you?

We heard you first on the radio
You complicate the material.
How can it be that we'd get there first?
It was a lie, it was a lie just to say the words.

When your grass is painted green,
You'll get the taste of what we mean.

It keeps you up at night,
They sleep inside your living room.

We still remember things you said,
When your face was turning red.