Well it looks like you finally made the front page
You always did look good in white
And I hope you like the ring of your new name
The one you'll be given tonight
Well all of this is news to me
I wondered why you never called
I guess that's the way that it's meant to be
If you're gonna ride you've gotta learn to fall
But 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?
Well it looks like I finally made the front page
You know you always said I would
And things are well here in room 28
God I hope you're doin' good
There's a picture in my wallet that I look at sometimes
It sends chills through my bones
A long-lost love or whatever you wanna call it?
Whoa, 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?
