There’s a pile of CDs
In the corner over there
Sharing the ground
With a tree
That's the saving grace
For the surrounding
Poison air

The longer that I stare
At this ghetto diamond
I find rare and different
This pile of memories
That were always lying there

And I danced for three days
I danced for three days
I danced for three days
In the arms of my lover
That I met in the growing phase
Who holds on through my growing pains

I deserve to rest
In a California king bed
With my arms outstretched
And my dreams bleeding from my head
Into the sheets instead

And maybe I'm the chosen one
Your lost and rambling son
I’ll leave you standing in a land
That I deserted
For a better hand
I deserve a better hand

You see
I never learned
To be kind
But I hear you get used to the pain
Of heartbreak
Again and again

Oh I won’t be heartless
So don’t be heartless with me
Oh I won’t be careless
So don’t be careless with me
Oh I won’t be callous
So don’t be callous with me

Oh I won’t be careless
So don't make me care less
I won’t be heartless
So don’t make me heartless
I won’t be careless
So don’t make me careless

But I’ll be kind
If you'll be

But I’ll be kind
If you’ll be
If you'll be
If you'll be
If you'll be
If you'll be
If you'll be
If you'll be