What is this world, what is this we've created In the burdens of this life I cannot rest This world means nothing Everything we hold will pass away With a void of completion comfort will ever fade I long for this wind to cease We once held undying

Still don't know what love means La la la lala lala Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane It's too late And I found myself face down in the ditch Booze in my hair, blood on my lips A picture of you holding a picture of me

Love of my life, can't you see? What it means to me Don't take it away from me Love of my life Love of my life, you've hurt me You've broken my heart and now you leave me Bring it back, bring it back Don't take it away from me, because you don't know

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

I'm wishing on a star To follow where you are And I wish on all the rainbows that I see I'm wishing on a dream To follow what it means I feel it's time we should make up, baby I feel it's time for us to get back together And make the best of things, oh,

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

We're in good company Is a pretty girl sitting next to me Kissing up on me, and I got a spot waiting on you Yeah, the only thing missing So B.Y.O.B, it means bring yourself over, babe Got what we need to make good vibes, good times And a damn good memory

He's the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he don't know what it means Don't know what it means And I say yeah Sell the kids for food

Spin out of control Try to recover, but collide with each other We spin out of control There, high on the watchtower Keeping the peace Whatever that means 'Cause you see the world through Cross hairs and TVs don't you Ten foot walls built around us