where's your dirty mind when you need it, you left tha tin your 8th grade suit, maybe some girls would think it cute if you put it on show 'em what you're made of, yeah what happened to love,in its first stage we left that when we wanted more now tell me what should be in sotre be adventerous, show 'em what you're made of, yeah all this time to die, all this time to die, too much time to die, all this time to die too much time to die, and i just want to die. all this time to die, all this time to die too much time to die, and i don't wanna die where'd you put your mind, now you need it haven't focused in a while, and don' tyou wish that you could smile, try your hardest hardest, show 'em what you're made of. do you feel good, like a sunray does your guitar squeak on the sheets and do you feel incomplete, not enough sleep nothing nice around to eat, yeah.