Welcome to the real world, she said to meCondescendinglyTake a seat, take your lifePlot it out in black and whiteWell I never lived the dreams of the prom kingsAnd the drama queensI'd like to think the bes[...] Unfortunately, we are not licensed to display the full lyrics for this song at the moment. Hopefully we will be able to in the future. Until then, how about a random page?

My stupid mouth has got me in troubleI said too much againTo a date over dinner yesterdayAnd I could see she was offendedShe said well anyway..just dying for a subject change. Oh, another social casualtyScore one more for meHow could I forget?Mama said think before speakingNo filter in my headOh, what's a boy to do?I guess he better find one soon We bit our lipsShe looked out the windowRolling tiny balls of napkin paperI played a quick game of chesswith the salt and pepper shakerAnd I could see clearlyAn indelible line was drawnBetween what was good,what just slipped out,and what went wrong Oh, the way she feels about me has changedThanks for playing, try againHow could I forget?Mama said think before speakingNo filter in my headOh, what's a boy to do?I guess he better find one I'm never speaking up againIt only hurts meI'd rather be a mystery than she desert meOh I'm never speaking up againStarting now Starting now One more thingWhy is it my fault?So maybe I try too hardBut it's all because of this desireI just wanna be liked, just wanna be funnyLooks like the joke's on meSo call me Captain Backfire I'm never speaking up againIt only hurts meI'd rather be a mystery than she desert meOh I'm never speaking up againI'm never speaking up againI'm never speaking up againStarting now Starting now

After all the jacks are in their boxesand the clowns have all gone to bedYou can hear happiness staggering on down the streetfootsteps dressed in redAnd the wind whispers MaryA broom is drearily sweepingup the broken pieces of yesterdays lifeSomewhere a queen is weepingSomewhere a king has no wifeAnd the wind, it cries MaryThe traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrowand shine their emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sags down stream'cause the life that lived is,is deadAnd the wind screams MaryUh-will the wind ever rememberthe names it has blow in the past?And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdomit whispers no, this will be the lastAnd the wind cries Mary

After all the jacks are in their boxesand the clowns have all gone to bedYou can hear happiness staggering down the streetfootprints dressed in redand the wind it screams mary A broom is drearily sweepingup the broke pieces of yesterdays lifesays Somewhere a queen is weepingand Somewhere a king has no wifeAnd the wind it whispers Mary The traffic lights turn blue tomorrowand shine emptiness down on my bedThe tiny island sags on down the stream'cause the life that lived is deadAnd the wind it screams MaryAnd the wind it cries Mary Will the wind ever rememberthe names it has blown in the pastwith its crutch, its old age, and its wisdomit whispers "no, this won't be the last"And the wind cries MaryAnd the wind cries Mary