I got the six free issues of your magazine
Wanna know the truth my friend?
It didn’t change one thing
I saw my family converge and dissipate
Fanned the flames of love
Burned with fires of hate
Subatomic, feel a little small
Subatomic zero, baby
Then you feel like nothing at all
I used to stare out the window
Of the gym at my high school
Singing, «Sarah» like Stevie Nicks
But not because it was cool
I knew I had to have a better life
'Cause that one was makin' me die
That song somehow gave me hope
Even now it make me cry
Ya, I got the hotel record
I got your wrecking ball
I read the romance novel
I got the poster on the wall
I even saw the picture show
How life’s supposed to be Get taken to the cleaners
Believe everything you see