Kara

Well, everything I say is so wrong
Like the smoke coming out of my bong
And I don't know, where do I belong?
When all of my ambitions are gone

And every little thing means so much to me
And every little thing tastes like a dream
And every girl I see thinks that I am crazy
But I hope you know that I'm not

Everything I say is so weird
My breath, it always reeks of your tears
And they say that I'm too immature
And God knows that it's only getting worse

And every little thing means so much to me
And every little thing tastes like a dream
And every girl I see thinks that I am crazy
But I hope you know that I'm not