the days aren't all the same
on the star-studded streets
in the town that i call home
it's just how it seems
so we must be every other day
i'll bump into a friend
who's got too much going on
so we can't get together yet
and i'm throwing the stones
but they're landing on me
with emotions they couldn't store,
all the kids around us scream
for the justice of the boy
but isn't that so bourgeois
that i'm throwing the stones
but they're landing on me