Well it looks like you finally made the front page
You always did look good in white
And I hope you like the rain of your new name
The one you'll be given tonight
Well all of this was news to me
I wondered why you never called
Guess that's the way that it's meant to be
If you're gonna ride you gotta learn to fall
Where do I fit in the picture
Or do I really fit at all
Or have I become a fixture
On an old forgotten wall
And it looks like I finally made the front page
You know you always said I would
And things are well here in room twenty eight
God I hope you're doin' good
There's a picture in my wallet that I look at
Sometimes it seems chill in my bones
A long lost love or whatever you wanna call it
Oh but it left me all alone
Where do I fit in the picture
Or do I really fit at all
Or have I become a fixture
On an old forgotten wall
On an old forgotten wall