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