I believe in sunshine, I believe in rain. I believe in telling you how I feel, I believe in not letting you know. Too much to leave on my sleeve, and hell if I don't want it all in my head. You gotta know what I mean about leaving my soul there. There just ain't much left and you know it. You know I leave it there. When I'm here, there just ain't much left. I'm getting there, nowhere, as long as its somewhere, and I know you're sitting here disbelieving (like it matters to have your validation) and I know you got a scoff ready to roll off your lips right about now, but hell if I won't be there to catch it and shove it right back in. Throw it back at you, cause you laugh all to easily. Don't you wish you had an interesting life, too?