all signs point to self destruction
Reds to the left, yellows to the right
But oh no she won't slow down, because
that's not how this war will be won
In bliss youth knows no pain
A dollar for quiet thoughts
That's what she gets from life in a cul de sac
That's the love that they all brought
The damage is done she can't go back
So take your bags and go find your prince
Rumor is he stays in the lights
So when you drop
let your feet hit the ground,
and get lost in the crowds
let your feet hit the ground,
and get lost in the crowds
Dreams always start out fantastic
We find out that those dreams are plastic
Dreams always start out fantastic
But your always the last one laughing
Well she believed every single lie
that they ever told her
Well wipe your eyes there's no use in crying
Tuck your tail between your legs
you might as well just give up now
The damage is done she can't go back now
this is life from a cul de sac
Now put your head on the ground
and point your feet to the clouds
Oh there's more but I'll let you find it out
So take your bags
and go find your prince now
just hope that he never finds out
He'll never find out
Dreams always start out fantastic
We find out that those dreams are plastic
Dreams always start out fantastic
But your always the last one laughing
