Your poppa don't mind at all You can't surprise him anymore Your poopa don't mind what you do or say He don't believe in heaven like a good man should Give it a word, give it a try Why don't you sleep out, stop living high You're on your own, your making

Sixty seconds now feels more like thirty Tick-tock, won't stop, around it goes Sand through the glass sure falls in a hurry And all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can It just goes

I can try to stop it, all I like Hands down I've lost this fight But I just can't hide the truth Thought I was strong, enough for you I guess I'm going down You say it's not supposed to be Tell me not to waste my time This was never up to me But if it

Wasted on each other We can try to stop this bruising, we can be like novacaine There's a high we keep on choosing, we don't wanna change it Everybody calls us foolish, they don't know how foolish tastes Every time we try to fight it, we just end up