Three Days Grace - Expectations lyrics

Baby, innocent One day gonna be decadent Prom Queen, Miss America In the backseat in a pair of cuffs Sixteen, little runaway Running from the Five-O and got away From a small town with no scene Lookin' for a shot on the big screen Expectations go to hell Expectations go to hell Not so innocent On the street hustling Never be Miss America In the backseat of a Celica Crashin' with a deadbeat Living large on a loveseat In a small town, no scene Turns out it was nothin' but a pipe dream Expectations go to hell Expectations go to hell Rich girl, wannabe Bought a quick pick for the lottery Watching TV with her boyfriend Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand He stayed awake to see the ball drop Turned it way down, she never woke up Grabbed the keys to her car in the backlot Threw a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot Expectations go to hell (Prom Queen, Miss America) (In the backseat in a pair of cuffs) Expectations go to hell (Never be Miss America) (In the backseat in a pair of cuffs)