I'm up and down again. I'm losing all my friends. But it's all right. I'm forcing her to leave. . And she's the better half of me. But it's all right.
I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen. To let you know I'm writing you again. But it's not the same, the names have all changed. And my best friend and ex-girlfriend aren't to blame.
I'm not a victim of some feeble mind disease. Although some of my old friends would tend to disagree. I know these chemicals will get the best of me. I'm not saying that I want to quit it just makes it hard to breathe.
I used to know this girl. Who gave her love away. To every guy she met. And with all the games they played. She never seemed to cry. She never got upset.
From south Carolina to San Francisco. I'm always waiting here outside of this door. I hope that my key fits I hope that this lock clicks. Because I'll find you standing there with your dyed black hair.