In this nothing town It might look a little laid back to ya But it ain't all just porches and plows But don't let that one red light fool ya There's always something going down Sometimes we gotta make it up as we go Got us a sunset sinking into a friday

Car wash yeah At the car wash (Car wash, yeah) (Work and work) And the boss don't mind sometimes if you act a fool Whoa whoa whoa whoa

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

If that's what you wanna do (oh, yeah) And love me (yeah) And hey, would you Like to look outside sometimes? (No) I'm just with my friends online And there's things we'd like to change Next thing you'll find you're reading 'bout yourself On a plane,

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time to listen to me whine About nothing and everything all at once I am one of those Melodramatic

Can't nobody take my pride, can't nobody hold me down oh no I got to keep on movin' Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge I get the feeling sometimes, that make me wonder Why you want to take us under (Why you want to take us under) (We ain't

Somewhere down the road, you're gonna find a place It seems so far, but it never is You won't need to stay, but you might lose your strength Sometimes you may feel you're the only one Cause all the things you thought were safe, now they're gone But you

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister