All the Pinot, Pinot Grigio girls Watch your blues turn gold Keep it real cold 'Cause it's a fired-up world Oh, oh, make it all make sense Pour your heart out Oh, oh, does it all make sense? I was twenty-three She was thirty-five

Fuck the ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-ules Ru-u-u-u-oh Last night, I lost all my patience You were fucked up, I was wasted Midsummer madness I can't take it no more, no more Rules, rules, rules Make it make sense

You're my best friend You're more than a lover There could never be another To make me feel the way you do I fall in love all over Every time I look at you Without you here with me Life with you makes perfect sense Oh we just get closer

We are here for all of us We are here That's why we are here, why we are here Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh 'Cause right now it don't make sense Right now it don't make sense We are here for all of us (oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh) Bombs over Baghdad, tryna get