My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be I'm hopelessly hopeful Inside it feels like I'm stuck here, suspended, at best underwhelming, what's wrong with me? That I'm not stuck here suspended, in a world I pretended was right

It's getting louder Sittin' here lonely like a broken man Sell my time and do the best I can I wasn't boss this around in me But I don't want your sympathy, yeah Oh baby, oh baby, I just need your tender lovin' To keep me sane in this burnin' oven When

She was his rock and his best friend They'll be reunited in heaven 'Cause he's dying to see her again She was his reason for living Imagine her Standing there Young again Long brown hair As he crosses over

You're the best thing about me The best thing that ever happened a boy I'm the kind of trouble that you enjoy The best things are easy to destroy The best thing about me Why am I walking away? The best thing When you look so good, the pain in your face

And since the day I left Milwaukee Lyncheburg Bordeaux, France And helping white people dance You had some of the best times You'll never remember with me Alcohol, alcohol Been making the bars With lots of big money I got you in trouble in high school

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, call me Steve-o, I'm a wild boy, fuck an eighth I need o's I'm a wild boy, I'ma I'ma wild boy There he go that's John Doe Yeah bitch yeah bitch I'm with Steve-o This liquor got the best of me Yeah Cobain's back

I need a neon church Full of honky tonk angels With their wings on fire Straight pourin' out that Johnnie Walker healin' I got a feelin' Is a neon church with a jukebox choir I need Jesus or I need whiskey Whatever works best to get me through

(Pull up on me) I been stressed out (yeah) I ain't feeling my best (no) All they want is my sex I got the best out (I got the best) I'll do some things you won't believe So many weaves, I done sweat out Think I might've found love one time Think I

I used to be carried in the arms of cheerleaders I'm Mr. November, I won't fuck us over In my best clothes I won't fuck us over, I'm Mr. November I'm the new blue blood, I'm the great white hope I'm the new blue blood This is nothing like it was in my

I wanna be the girl you think I am Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest You always see the best in me when I can't Front row center in that little white church I was singing at a baby laying in a manger Eight years old wearing angel wings Yeah, and to this