Out of hell we will climb I'm standing by your side She's only sixteen She has dreams of a girl She thought she'd be in love She thought she'd have the white picket fence Now she stands on the corner She sold herself to the streets When the world gave up

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times

Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeah maybe Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you Maybe she'd thought it through Calling everyone we know stopping any place

Ring-a-ding, ding Let me know if it's a ting Fucking all your Pickering tings She said she wanna come to Toronto She wanna come to the 6 side She know that's the best side She know who to check when she come around She know who to check whenever she

Mi fi a fuck yuh, mi fi a dweet If yuh never get catch him cyah seh yuh cheat Every message weh mi send, kindly delete it Look outside tell mi if yuh see the Jeep A mi friend mi send come pick you up Take your time when yuh a walk out Mi nuh really waan

I'm in awe of no one, I'm made for this, teach me what to want I am the hot mic, I pick up asides, of the modern tyrant Laws of the shadows, colors of justice, I don't know what it meant How patriotism is now enough and it's powerful stuff Can we get it

My only one But every time I look into your eyes I see a thousand falling shooting stars and yes I love you I can't believe that every night you're by my side Promise I'll stay here 'till the morning And pick you up when you're falling When the rain gets

I don't know what I'm gonna say But I know that I'm gonna say Whatever it takes I'mma run to her and lie right to her face 'Cause she's waving goodbye goodbye Time is not on our side She picks up the phone In my head I know I'm wrong I just want to know

I am the, I am the, I am the sick boy And we can pick sides, but this is us, this is us, this is I live on the west side of America How many likes is my life worth? I'm from the east side of America They say that I am the sick boy Feed yourself with my