I want to be fearing something I want to be steering something I want to be hearing something In my car I want to be losing something I want to be confusing something I want to be using something In my heart Yeah in my heart But I just waint until the van Pulls up to take me away To that toilet bowl of sin I'm turning twenty-seven soon I never thought I'd still be shooting for the man on the moon My eyes will never look so blue Without you, I'd be through Yeah I'd be through I could always ruin somethingthing If you'd ever give my phone a ring At least I still think I can sing Alright So obsessed with what I seek That you're losing out on the weeks Guess I'm still figuring out Who I like Ohh, who I like I've been losing a friend a week Trying to make a martyr out of me Yeah and I'm turning twenty-seven soon I never thought I'd still be shooting for the man on the moon My eyes will never look so blue Without you, I'd be through I'd be through I'd be through I'd be through...