I think too much, and it Comes back to haunt me later I could turn it up, but it Won't make my heart beat louder I wanna know what is Made of gilded brass And what is really made of gold Like the condensation on my car windows My car window-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohs
Crazy like my dad i've been Burning like a dollar bill, i'm 21 years mad if I Sink and save my heart away and Give you all I had, would you Beat the path inside of me and Make pretend i'm dad Through the condensation on these car windows These car windows
And what I really wanna know Is what's theirs and what's just made for them to show Do you really wanna grow old? You always gotta give in when you are told