I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross

Keep soaring Keep song-writing My recovery In my recovery I’m a soldier at war I have broken down walls In the sound of the sea

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble

I come up hard baby, but now I'm cool I didn't make it sugar, playin' by the rules I come up hard baby, but now I'm fine I'm checkin' trouble sugar, movin' down the line I come up hard baby, but that's okay 'Cause trouble man, don't get in my way I come

I don't wanna wait in vain for your love Tears in my eyes burn From the very first time I blessed my eyes on you, girl My heart says â??follow throughâ?? But I know now that I'm way down on your line And the waiting feel is fine So don't treat me like a

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna fly, taken my time, strip down to nothing Walked a fine line, slipped the edge under me Rise above a suicide, taking it out of me Got a feeling, it's going

Boom-Lay Boom-Lay BOOM! I'm on the front line the story is just beginning I say goodbye to my weakness don't worry I'll be fine so long to the regret and now I see the world through diamond eyes One push is all you'll need A fist first philosophy

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where