I should've said something Whoa oh oh oh So we board up the windows we used to look through Yeah, I should've said something to you I should've said something to you When I saw you walk away Instead, I did nothing You're gone and it's too late

Won't let you cloud my mind And I was like I said oh-oh-oh Won't look back on my mind Won't let bad out my shine All my days, I was crying All my lows, all my highs

And we got everybody singing Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh I've hoped for change There's something wrong 'Cause everybody knows Were doing fine And I'll confess That I can be a little selfish Yeah I'll admit

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I

Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

Whoa-oh-oh-oh Our hearts, our souls Are shallow empty holes We sing this anthem for us all We're so fucked up Oh God, we're so alone Let's go, go, go, go We sing this anthem for us all, all, all, all We are the lost souls, we are the lost souls

All, all we, all, all, always never tell her It's the same old story in this tug of war We go back and forth, we go back and forth But it ain't good for me, what we do this for? We go back and forth, walk through this road Oh, whoa (we go back and forth,

Child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm a grown-ass man child, baby (whoa oh oh oh oh) I'm Peter Pan with a Cuban in my hand I'm a grown-ass man child, mama (whoa oh oh oh oh) I crush brunch like a mother, hold the bread like a hustler Wife was the light of

Rollin' white sand, cold can koozie in my hand, just a summertime strolling And it's sunshine, blue eyes, tan lines, slow tide Chillin', breazin', sippin', singin' whoaoaoh So just watchin' her blonde hair, sun burn, stare at them, wack caps rolling over