I don't need you to find me I am confidently lost 'Cause I'm not hiding I'm alone but I'm not lonely Comfortably indulging And trying to get to know me I'm just an outline of what I used to be Constantly evolving

I will never let you down When you say you've had enough And you might just give it up When you feeling low on love I’ll be what you dreaming of 'Cause I’ve been sick and working all week And I’ve been doing just fine You’ve been tired of watching me

Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you

Just to make things right So don't go away, say what you say But say that you'll stay Forever and a day in the time of my life 'Cause I need more time, yes, I need more time With all the things caught in my mind And I want to be there when you're Coming

Call me baby, baby I just want you in my arms Obie Hold you till the morning Obie Know you got it going on Obie I don't hear what the rumbleclots say {She say} Sex and on that good love to me She say she like em dark skinn-ded

Oh, no, I don't care what's been done here before me I don't give a damn, just as long as you care 'Cause, baby, I've been bad, but the heavens forgave me You don't need to ask 'cause I'm already there Let's be bad together, baby, you and I Let's be bad

That's just what you do When you're at the bottom It sure could drain a man About as empty as these beer cans Yeah, this time it's it, I'm callin' it quits I'm not turnin' her on anymore She packed up the same ol' stuff And slammed the same ol' door And

And you get what you deserve I don't wanna be king I just wanna sing a love song Pretend there's nothing wrong You can sing along with me I don't wanna be queen Just trying to keep my t-shirt clean There's one thing I have learned If it gets much better

I believe (I believe) I raise my hands, bow my head I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red They tell me that there's more to life than just what I can see Old man Wrigley lived in that white house Down the street where I grew up

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then