If only you'd had known me before the accident For with that grand collision came a grave consequence Receptors overloaded; they burst and disconnect 'Til there was little feeling Please work with what is left Oh I need not be flattered that you've never been here before So there's no need to mention that you've no firsts anymore But if you let me be your skyline I'll let you be the wave That reduces me to rubble That looked safe from far away I don't know why I don't know why I return to the scenes of these crimes Where the hedgerows slowly wind Through the ghosts of Beverly Drive I don't know why I don't know why I don't know what I expect to find Where all the news is second hand And everything just goes on as planned You wanna teach but not be taught And I wanna sell but not be bought So let us not be lonesome So let us not be lonesome Lost in between our needs and wants