Every other weekend I can't tell her I love her I can't tell him I love him Cause there's too many questions and ears in the car So, I don't tell him I miss him I don't tell her I need her She's over me that's where we are He's over me that's where we

Looking back I still have so many questions So many things unanswered Like what did I do? What could I do? Was there ever a moment you cared? Or was I always ugly and abandoned Remember all the times you wished me harm You wished me dead How could I have

I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, I got coke like the 80's I got coke like the 80's, in my coke white Mercedes Okay last time, this is drugs This is your brain on drugs Any questions? Welcome home George Young (RIP McBride) The real

What you won't do, do for love You tried everything, but you don't give up I shoulda seen you was trouble right from the start Taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match,

When stars were still just the holes to heaven And there were so many fewer questions Where boats break and children stare The air was more than human And the heat was more than hungry And the cars were square and spitting Diesel fumes The bulls were