Smoking Section

Sometimes I sit in the smoking section Hopin' one rogue spark land in my direction And when you stomp me out, I scream and I'll shout "Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen" And sometimes I feel like an inland ocean Too big to be a lake, too small to be an attraction And when you wander in and start to flail a bit I let it happen, let it happen, let it happen Sometimes I stand with a pistol in hand I fire at the grass just to scare you right back And when you won't run, I'm mad, but I succumb Let it happen, let it happen, let it happen And sometimes I go to the edge of my roof And I think I'll jump just to punish you And if I should float on the taxis below No one will notice, no one will know And then I think What could be better than love, than love, than love? And then I think What could be better than love, than love, than love? It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end It's not the end