Panic At The Disco

I spent it all 

On the bag 

On the drag 

The sun comes up, the tide rolls out 

The trucks roll by the park still a park 

Where children play and pick up stones 

Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone 

His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground 

They fall all over and down 

I spent it all 

On the bag 

On the drag 

The sun comes down, the tide rolls back 

We crawl our way back to the house we call home 

He holds his home in the palm of his hand 

And he says, and he says 

You are my everyone, you are my anyone 

You are my anytime, you are my every time y 

You are my everywhere...anywhere...