22 in my bedroom 22 in LA Im tired of feeling like bad news Im tired of running away Could it rain in my desert head? A change of terrain Help me shed off my winter skin Im so tired of playing pretend I wanna believe again I wanna believe again And when the world comes crashing down Will you be sticking around, around with me? And will our chemical collision withstand any division By man or divinity? I wanna believe again I wanna believe again Im tired