| Maybe when the room is empty, |
| Maybe when the bottle’s full. |
| Maybe when the door gets broke down, |
| Love can break in. |
| Maybe when I’m done with thinking, |
| Maybe you can think me whole. |
| Maybe when I’m done with endings |
| This can begin, this can begin |
| This can begin. |
| If you could be my punk rock princess, |
| I would be your garage band king. |
| You can tell me why you just don’t fit in |
| And how you’re gonna be something |
| Maybe when your hair gets darker, |
| Maybe when your eyes get wide, |
| Maybe when the walls are smaller |
| There will be more space |
| Maybe when I’m not so tired, |
| Maybe you could step inside |
| Maybe when I look for things that |
| I cant replace, I cant replace |
| I cant replace. |
| If you could be my punk rock princess, |
| I would be your garage band king. |
| You could tell me why you just don’t fit in, |
| And how you’re gonna be something. |
| If I could be your first real heartache, |
| I would do it over again. |
| If you could be my punk rock princess, |
| I would be your heroine. |
| I never thought you’d last, |
| I never dream you would. |
| You watch your life go past, |
| You wonder if you should. |
| If you should be my punk rock princess, |
| So I could be your garage band king. |
| You could tell me why you just don’t fit in, |
| And how you’re gonna be something. |
| If I could be your first real heartache, |
| I would do it over again. |
| If you could be my punk rock princess, |
| I would be your heroine. |
| Whoa! you know! |
| You only burn my bridges |
| Whoa! you know! |
| You just cant let it sink in! |
| You could be my heroine, |
| You could be my heroine! |