You're colorful in Warhol red
You're painting pictures in my bed
You can buy yourself a memory
Be everything you'd like to be
I miss you
I miss you

It's so different for girls
All the love in the world

There's something still missing
Infected, undetected
Complaining, rejected
When you feel disconnected

You can be the sudden song
That plays inside my dizzy head
All the things that you are
You can be my holiday
But you always seem a day away
All the things that you are
It's all that you are

You're killing me with poems you read
Your words are better left unsaid
And your love can never carry me
Shadows are all that's left to see
I miss you
I miss you

It's so different for boys
All the love in the world

There's something still missing
Infected, undetected
There's someone you're kissing
And needing, unexpected
Can make your description
A newly lost perception
Complaining, rejected
When you feel disconnected

(spoken:
I'm just kind of sitting here
thinking about everything that's ever happened to us all.
Wondering where we're going to go next,
if life is what everybody else says it is,
or is this song our next hit song.
It's a question. It's a question that only time can answer.)

You can be the sudden song
That plays inside my dizzy head
All the things that you are
And you can be my holiday
But you always seem a day away
All the things that you are

You're colorful in Warhol red
You're painting pictures in my bed
You're killing me with poems you read
Your words are better left unsaid

It's all that you are