Ink on a paper
Two decades like vapor
And everything I am comes crashing down

Brown eyes, my savior
Change all my behavior
And everything you made me comes crashing down

I turned to God when I was eleven
I cried: Does it get better in heaven?
And he said: How the hell am I supposed to know?

I left my innocence on the fire escape
Saturday
At my place
And I would do it again
I left my innocence in West LA
Yesterday
At your place
And now I know it’s okay

Reading your letter
I thought it’d get better
We fall apart until we grow again (again, and again, and again)
They say it's the cycle
Of action and trial
And everything I am is changing now

I turned to God when I was eleven
I cried: Does it get better in heaven?
And he said: How the hell am I supposed to know?

I left my innocence on the fire escape
Saturday
At my place
And I would do it again
I left my innocence in West LA
Yesterday
At your place
And now I know it’s okay

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh

I left my innocence on the fire escape
Saturday
At my place
And I would do it again
I left my innocence in West LA
Yesterday
At your place
And now I know it’s okay