Well I guess this is growing up...

Yeah, this is growing up. Come back from California, all of us here in florida, are starved for your attention, yeah we're starved for your attention... this airplane is a ribbon... tell all my friends I'm dead, I'm leaving you, this time it's for good... failure's not flattering... you used to captivate me by your resonating light... don't you dare, speak for someone you don't know... they'll feel it in the back of their throats... and I've been spending all this time composing letters... some girls are crazy, you gotta watch out for the beautiful ones...