All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry? It's been cold for years, won't you let it lie? I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore We were young and drinking in the park There was nowhere else to go And you said you always had my back Oh but how

I'll go back to my old ways Not goin' back to my old ways These colors, colors, colors, colors I'm not in the same place That I was, I was, I was, I was But if somebody tells me I'm gonna say no way I'm out of the doorway I'm hearin' them all say