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

'Cause you're simply the best I call you when I need you And my heart's on fire You come to me, come to me Wild and wired You come to me, give me everything I need You bring a lifetime of promises And a world of dreams You speak the language of love

Still wanna waste all of my time I wanna waste all of my time Oh my lover, my lover, my love We can never go back We can only do our best to recreate We should rip it straight out Don't turn over, turn over the page Then let's try our very best to fake it

And you just keep on taking me back 'Cause I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking 'Cause I ain't been the best that I coulda been I ain't do the shit that I shoulda did But every time I come crawling on my knees You're there And I don't know why

You, you got me stranded Ooh, I'm blown, blown, blown Hopeless, hopelessly romantic Now tell me was I ever something that you could regret I know I wasn't the one for you, but at least I tried my best Surrounded by questions like, "Why'd you two part