And all those old things you're upset about In a haunted house you could live with out I had slept by all my clothes and things You had left with me; you had set the scene Coming up the sidewalk, all I want to do is talk. I always want to run my mouth I always think it's not my fault. If you want to know the truth it's that All the things I love will leave That's why I'm never leaving Florida, I just can't survive the constant heat I'm so lonely without you around When you bought this house, you had things figured out And I had slept off all the time I had in michaels van With all my friends Can I see you tour bus? I just never want to talk to much I always saw In your pictures that The thing was never really painted black I'll always see you in the crowded rooms With everyone I thought was cool That's why I'm never leaving Florida I'd always hate if the weather matched my mood