I finally learned to spit it out An with that alone i've said too much 'Cause anything a secret Is willing to be kept that way Looking for the truths of mine? They're found in every other line Still looking for the truths of mine? Many is a mood, oh my Penny racer gone to Mars in flames Ready as ever to survive We'll survive Everyone is an editor Trying to get a read on me The less complete a sentence is The more i guess i tried to say Looking for the truths of mine? They're found in every other line Sill looking for the truths of mine? Many is a mood, oh my Penny racer gone to Mars in flames Ready as ever to survive Everything is a problem Is that why everybody answers all at once? Everything is a problem in my mind So why make it any harder on me? They'll make you make it all right Penny racer gone to Mars in flames