Three Days Grace - Expectations

Baby, innocent One day gonna be a decadent Prom queen, miss America In the backseat, in a pair of cuffs Sixteen little runaways Running from the five-o, and got away From a small town, with no scene Looking 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 Crashing with a deadbeat Living large on a love seat In a small town, no scene Turns out it was nothing 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