Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to

Well, as a child I mostly spoke inside my head I had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead And they thought my broken, that my tongue was coated lead But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them If you only listen with your ears I

Suddenly you're climbing all up next to me, next to me I ain't no fool, you rascal you Everywhere we go you keep looking around Fixing your make up like it's about to go down And he walks in, it all makes sense You just want your ex to see, ex to see I

Sittin' on a stool, sittin' on the fence Sittin' on a stool, sitting' on the fence Tryin' to play it cool, tryin' to talk some sense Do I let her go or do I make her mine While there's still a chance Into this crazy heart, lookin' for a sign She's gotta

It don't make any sense to me And I wonder This life makes no sense to me I've got to run away I was just trying to be myself Have it your way; I'll meet you in hell It's hypocritical of you Do as you say, not as you do

I made sacrifices, I been ballin' ever since And I'm convinced We seein' so many blessin's, shit don't make no sense Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to him Yeah, I'm convinced Someone watchin' over us, so shout goes out to Yeah, I did some

I see the world it's going 'round. Seems to me it's upside down. Looking for something to say. I feel a little different anyway. Yeah, yeah. Does it make much sense to you? Doin' all those things you do. Making sure that I'm alright? Yeah, I'm fine!

Been runnin' out of love for you lately (been runnin' out of L-O-V-E) I don't wanna fuck wit' you no more (baby, I'm T-I-R-E-D) I ain't got no hope in us baby (I ain't got no H-O-P-E) It don't make no sense tryna hold on (baby, I'm tired, baby, I'm

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

Some days you gotta dance Live it up when you get the chance 'Cause when the world doesn't make no sense And you're feeling just a little too tense Gotta loosen up those chains and dance It was about five 'til five on Friday We were all getting ready to