White label on the backseat
Glows an artificial green
I crave a midnight something

I crave and something hunts me down
I'm scaring everybody
I'm wearing everybody down


White label on the backseat
And something bends me over, down

I crave an empty lifestyle
I crave the very loudest sound
I'm chasing everybody

I'm shaking everybody down
Do you hear the loudest sound?
And you and me in the echo?


White label on the backseat
And something warm across my lap

I never (*##$ed at anyone
I never asked for my heart back
I'm loving everybody

And hating everyone I see
Do you still remember me?
Floating out on the echo