Torn, beet red, and shredded,
Face flushed, vision's hazy...

Somewhere, Somehow,
Sunny behind the clouds...

Hiding in the shadows,
Seconds creeping by...

Looking out at overcast skies,
A bird here and there but not much more...

Too hard to put on paper,
Too hard for me to describe...

Ah, the one instrument I hate,
I can't stand bag-pipers...

Stay out of trouble for six months,
that's what the judge said...

I have to kill this urge, to take these pills that...

Few friends are true,
The rest are temporary...

No matter the struggles,
Or the things that we've been through...

In the end,
I Got your laugh...

Search the scene of the crime,
Dealing with the Case of Love...