Money, no, I don't need no money, no I mean, it's just money Tell me how you do it, do it It don't mean a thing without you Would you, would you want some right now? So take out your gun, the things that could do We can build from the start, will you

I'm so complicated, I know I'm so complicated I'm so complicated-cated Now you know I still want ya (I know) I’m so complicated But whenever I think of you with someone else And I got no excuse, I forgot you, and Still want you But I'm so complicated, I

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on the side of the road You find something on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Don't stay for me But don't stay for me If you got to leave Do what you need Oh woah, oh woah I know that there's times That you get so tired And you know I want you to stay Lately I've been thinking

You got to keep your head up When the world won’t let up I still believe in Sometimes you got to lose everything To find out that you’ve always been running blind Sometimes you got to leave everything To find out what you don’t want to leave behind

And should this be the last thing I see I want you to know it's enough for me 'Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need I'm so in love, so in love Lumiere, darling Lumiere over me You look so wonderful in your dress So in love, so in love I love

I am so freakin' bored Nothing to do today I guess I'll sit around and medicate (medicate) Why oh why can't you just fix me? When all I want's to feel numb But the medication's all done Why oh why does God hate me? I guess I'll sit around and medicate

Last night, I lost the best friend I've ever had Well she's gone of and left me, oh make me feel so bad Well it's early in the morning, Baby and my love come falling down to you I want you to tell me babe, honey what are we gonna do? Well I wait 'till

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

I’m torn to pieces, I’m broken down I still see your face when you’re not around I sit here in misery wondering if I’ll ever be Half the man you wanted me to be Even though I know you’re not gonna come back I can’t wash it away It’s tearing me to pieces