I had a cardboard box and stringI fashioned into paper airplane wings, and I don’t careIf this thing flies, cause this year’s flown byAnd I think you get the messageYou’ll always be, the girl who say 8 seats down from meAnd that’s fine, with meI’ll take a picture, put it in your pocket(so I can let you know)That this campus is more than just a place that we call homeFirst things first, let’s burn the cityBaby, you’re the only one, you’re the only one for meYou could be my secret, babyEverything you say I’ve been writing down latelyLet’s set things straight this timeWrite the ending everybody wants to seeAnd when we come bitter endA photograph won’t be enough for meAnd I really wanna to know if it’s gonna be how I pictured itBack from the party, already missin’ itAnd I, can’t seem to get this right(I can’t get this right)So take a picture, put it in your pocket(so I can let you know)That I mean a little more than anyone we used to knowFirst things first, let’s burn the cityBaby, you’re the only one, you’re the only one for meYou could be my secret, babyEverything you say I’ve been writing down latelyLet’s set things straight this timeWrite the ending everybody wants to seeAnd when we come bitter endA photograph won’t be enough for meI sat alone in the driver seat, watching the timeAs she sighed, and we kept on makingOutside the weather was fine(but by a show of hands)Who gives a f*ck if we stay out this one timeYou sat in the passenger seat just waitingFor someone to say what we both were thinkingYou and I we’re both surprisedWe’d never see this coming, but this was just so realFirst things…(eh em)First.(chorus)