reason

i feel good when i'm at home, especially when i'm alone, i watch mezzi stare at the shed, play guitar on my bed, but i feel best by the lake, at my dads house i can take, that old bike that my mom, left behind a very long long time ago, so stand still, don't you wanna be a part of something bigger, something strange, is catching up to you, my old friends come say hi, when i'm in town, they stop by, we're still the same, but we are grown, and we'd all rather just go home, my new friends, they're okay, i'm not that social anyway, i thought that he would never hit a girl, but i guess you never know, and that's the world, so stand still, don't you wanna be a part of something bigger, something strange is catching up to you, think about it all the time i get so, so far ahead, so far behind, so stand still, don't you wanna be a part of something bigger, something.