I am nineteen and I'm on my mom's roof
It's Arizona how I'm cold and aloof
It's the morning, the music, the moon
You'll never ever be left like I you
I've yet to hear I've tried remedies
Just the distant dreams of sad melodies
Lonely tune of melancholy lullaby
My sleepy sister sings a dreadful goodbye
I wanna know what I've been keeping inside
I wanna feel the music beat to my thighs
You know there's someone there when they're chasin' you
You know you're someone but can't quite find out who
(Lauren, hi)
Where am I going?
Praying hard
Seems showing
Who I'll be
I am twenty and I'm packing my things
I live in Chicago and it lives in me
I'm in love with all its music and its snow
I'm also in love with a girl and her pose
I hate to leave but I am chasing success
I gotta ride out here to LAX
I kiss my love goodbye and get kisses back
I feel new
I slowly fade to black
(Lauren hi)
Where am I going?
Praying hard
Seems showing
Who I'll be
The most famous man in the world
One photo, eyes like pearls
Drank our, James Bond, white skin
Are bleach-blond, drop
And he's driving this Jeep not fast enough speed
This is mine
Tastes like mine
Snap the photo in time
I am twenty-one and having some fun
Sitting in my Jeep in California
I smoke a cigarette
I've never had one
I suspect it's the first but not last one
Bombshell blond girl sits on her balcony
A trumpet player with no teeth next to me
A dotted woman with her by the trees
We all smoke cigarettes till the next
Cigarette
Where am I going?
Watch the smoke
See it showing
Cigarette
Somethings growing
There's a feel
But there's no knowing
Who I'll be
Cigarette
Cigarette
Cigarette
Cigarette