I'd print scripts and write notes in the lines
To every episode of My So-Called Life
And when I finally convinced you
To drive me to LA
You were so surprised when they turned me away
But sometimes at night
My hands turn to knives
And I don't know how
But I can cut a whole in Heaven
And with her arm around your neck
You cheers a beer with Jesus
And say, and say
This one's for you
This one's for you
This one's for you
This one's for
