Girl, I made you a paper cranenAll the other boyfriends made their girlfriends paper planesnSometimes in my headnSometimes you are deadnSometimes you are livingnOh, it rainsnDarling, I don't think I can suffer all of your pain.nnMaybe we'll discuss entropy out by the swingsnI don't think we're smart enough to understand all these complex thingsnSometimes we'll dancenSometimes we won'tnSometimes we'll just stop and singnOut on the corner, there's a pedophile and he's selling diamond rings.nnThe streetlights are shining but they shine for no onenThey shine to be shown and to glow in the darknYou're standing under one with a suitcase in handnAnd you look like you've nowhere to go.nTo go.nTo go.nTo go.nTo go.nnThe pavement and sidewalks are all made from paper cranesnPollution and hypocrisy, oh god, it just hurts my brainnSometimes it is goodnSometimes it is badnSometimes it's just so insanenThere's nothing to be lost at this pointnNothing to be gained.nnSo I'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in blacknI'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming backnI see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-greennAccepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.nnI'm going up to heaven where the angels are dressed in blacknI'm going up to heaven but I don't think I'm coming backnI see blue and white and nothing and then yellow-greennAccepting me with open arms, and saying things that they don't mean.nOut on the corner there's a dinosaur and he's selling golden things.nnThe streetlights are shining but they shine for no onenThey shine to be shown and to glow in the darknYou're standing under one with a suitcase in handnAnd your mascara and lipstick are smudged on your face.nDarling, you look like Hell.