I'm not the same as I was when I was young. And neither are you. There's been a lot of changes in the both of us. You said you see that too. . And I've wasted such a lot of time to find.
Lets go. . When the extra weight hits my brain I feel like I'm going insane. That's when the hand of God cuts my cord. That's when I feel like Jah, the Lord.
Well, you're just like a club fag, wearing Doc Martens. Get a pair of chukka's or some checkerboard slip-ons. Worship Jeff Spicoli not Chris Cornell. Get a pair of vans or God will send you to hell.
you never considered how I feel. show me something thats real. you never show me whats inside. the truth can never hide. How could such a simple argument turn into this.
You're the only one in the world. That you care about. Makes me wanna run and hide my head. . It's hard for me to tell you how I feel. 'Cause nothing real.
I know, they know. Don't drink, drive slow. Insane, no brain. Dress down, look plain. Big fun, no gun. No girl, gotta run. Flip side, can't hide. Can't think suicide.
Yeah, well I can't wait to tell you all about her. All about my new girl. (He can't wait to tell you about his new girl). And I can't wait for you to hear me shout it.
You tell me that you've found a better way. And I tell you that it isn't fucking sane. Everything that I wanted has broke down. They all think that Im just a fucking clown.
Hey! What's goin' on?. Hey! What went wrong?. Hey! I don't know why.... Hey! I might as well try! Buy. . Well, I looked around this crazy place and tried to make some sense of it....