Laughed at people acting their age
Making fliers from a magazine page at midnight
Paint the town in a black and white blur
Try to find a message from her, It's not there
Made it here on your own
Brain of gold, heart of stone
You've got everything you need to be alone
Finally drank away the stars in your eyes
Now you see through the prettiest lies, so ugly
Passed out by a telephone pole
Underneath a flier for an all ages show
There's still hope
Made it here on your own
Brain of gold, heart of stone
You've got everything you need to be alone
Made it here, black and blue
Brain of stone, heart of glue
I've got everything I need to be with you