Think I'm gonna stay off your level
So overdone to go die young
Been feeling like I might flirt with the devil
Just to know once what's the fun
Remember that time at Canter's
After the Hollywood Bowl
You said security was tight
With the sniper just three days ago
I told you I cried to Magic Mountain
You asked me if I took a selfie of the tear
When I speak to you I just feel fear
Jumping jacks to wait my turn
I'm burning milk that's already burnt
I keep a folded list of dreams in my blue jeans pocket
But I can't read the words
I know I missed your last three parties
But I had some great staring contests with birds
Told you I cried to Magic Mountain
I just wanted to keep that moment near
Pulled you from the fountain
Throw a penny, drink your fears
I told you I cried to Magic Mountain
Watch myself drop out the atmosphere
Keep all crying private, Brian
Except this shit here