And the shit seems to follow Sometimes I feel it chasing me All the hate that's breaking free I realize I'm taking everything This time I feel it taking me To a place I hate to be All along I sing to make believe I'm thinking of, Thanking all the fucked

Extraordinary That's what you are to me You make every day feel like And I don't care what we do Everything feels good with you It's true, you make an ordinary day Extraordinary, yeah Sunday morning and cold rain is pouring down That's OK, I got sunshine

Of everything that's possible In the hearts and minds of man Keep on locking your doors Keep on building your floors Keep on just as before Here at the end, end Pay disasters no mind Didn't get you this time

For that's enough to argue Don't want to be an American idiot All across the idiot nation Where everything isn't meant to be okay Television dreams of tomorrow Welcome to a new kind of tension We're not the ones who're meant to follow Don't want a nation

Whatever happens, don't let go of my hand Whatever, whatever, whatever Don't let go of my hand He gives a nervous smile, tries to understand her side To show that he cares She's consumed with everything that's been goin' on Everything will be alright, he

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

Separate (I've lost my only way) See the shape (broken and thrown away) Everything else is just dust and sound Too tragic to stay with you Too static to try for you These scars, they swallow hard The part of the past that's hollow and dark Too horrid to

This could be the end of my world But if she wants to leave She's got everything I want There's nothing stopping me From getting her attention Broken dreams, that's what she's been on But now I'm in the picture And the puzzle pieces of our love start to

Either way we need to be happy Tell me, is this thing on? How do we keep it true? How do I keep you real to me, into me? Without it faking it, too What do we have to try? When everything is too loose 'Cause it always is just me and you That's the hardest

It's the simple things in life Like the kids at home and a loving wife That you miss the most when you lose control Everything you love starts to disappear The devil takes your hand and says, no fear Have another shot, just one more beer I've been there,