Alien Idea

There are three ideas in my head
One's to suck on fumes 'til I'm dead
One's to cover the city in flame
And one's to run to the roof and then scream out your name

There's no one here I can talk to
But I'm not even sure I would want to
'Cause all the people whom I've called my friends
Always turned out to be fucking jerks in the end

Now there's one idea in my head
And that's to wake up and get out of bed
And show my face to the rain
And try to start over again