I'm standing in front of you We're broken Everything together trying to be so cool I'm trying to be so cool We're broken people, oh Oh I'm standing in front of you Oh I'm trying to be so cool We're broken people, oh yeah I do not know why I would go

'Cause I believe I believe to my soul Oh yes, I believe One of these days and it won't be long You're gonna search for me and down the road I'm gone You're tryin' to mess around with me babe You keep complainin, my progression is slow You shouldn't

Hangin' out the passenger side of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

Well, that's nothin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed Get along with the voices inside of my head And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy You're tryin' to save me, stop holdin' your breath (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,

For the first time Oh these times are hard Yeah they're making us crazy Don't give up on me baby Trying to make it work but man these times are hard Sit talking up all night Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting But

A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hangin' out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holla at me I don't want no scrub No, I don't want no scrub Oh yes son, I'm talking to you So no, I don't want your number No, I don't want

I'm gonna let it go, oh, oh, oh yeah Today, I'm gonna keep on walkin' I'm gonna hold my head up high Today, I'm gonna stand out in the rain Let it wash it all away, yeah, wash it all away I been caught sideways out here on the crossroads Tryin' to buy

Ooh, uh the way you look at me I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it Tryin' to keep it cool, uh I can feel it in the beat, uh When you do those things to me, uh Don't let nothin' stop you Move, ring the alarm The club is jumpin' now, so get up! You

I keep drinkin' malted milk, tryin' to drive my blues away Malted milk, malted milk, keep rushin' to my head Baby, fix me one more drink, and hug your daddy one more time Baby, you just as welcome to my lovin' as the flowers is in May And I have a funny,

A heartache I'm still trying to get through Texas was you Texas was green eyes crying goodbye Was a long drive Ohio was a riverbank 10 speed layin' in the weeds Cannonball off an old rope swing Long long summer days Tennessee was a guitar