You wanna run along You gotta get away You wanna make 'em miss ya And I really hate to say it But nobody's tunin' in Nobody's turnin' on Nobody's gonna care about whatever did ya wrong Look at you, look at you, look at you Gettin' off so easy on whatever avenue but It's what you do, what you do, what you do The pressure starts to tear you apart You start to feel it don't ya? It started with an itch, the itch becomes a rush I'll tell you 'bout life on the radio It's just a little kiss, but don't call it a crush I'll tell you 'bout life on the radio I ain't no juvenile, I fall apart in style They say I'm losin' my mind