They say we're crazy. Doesn't matter if we've gone too far. Doesn't matter if it's all okay. Doesn't matter if it's not our day. It's who we are. What we are, Don't look clear, It's all uphill from here.

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore She say I think with my dick and she probably right And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good But

So am I still waiting For this world to stop hating Can't find a good reason Can't find hope to believe in So tell me what would you say I'd say its up, to me Drop dead a bullet to my head Your words are like a gun in hand You can't change the state of

If being free's worth what you leave behind And if it's too late for love to change your mind It's your life, you say you need a change Don't all the dreams we've seen come true mean anything You say it's different now and you keep staring at the door

Say it's not true It's hard to believe The harder we play The faster we fall When we think that we know it all We know nothing at all The letter arrives Like a bolt from the blue So what's left of your lives

Friends that come and go Yeah, they'll be there when you need them, They say that when you don't I could give up on my heroes Could let myself down, too But what would I do If I lost my faith in you? My faith in you Yeah, this world will turn its back

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair And then she asks me, Do I look all right? And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight We go to a party and everyone turns to see This

I'm in love I'm all shook up Mm mm mm, mm, yay, yay, yay I'm proud to say that she's my buttercup A well'a bless my soul What'sa wrong with me? I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug Well, my hands are shaky and my

Hard times as we go While she says she's on her own I'll be pacin' on the phone Sneakin' on the train come back Awful sick and tired of the gang Cold when you're near any bottle We know what times will change I talked to Jesus Jesus says I'm okay