I want to tell you a little story 'Cause It makes me warm inside It's
about some friends growing up[ And all the thing they tried I'm not
talking about staple shit They went for something more I guess it was too
much dreaming Too much to hope for One day something funny happened But
it scred the shit out of me Their heads went in different directions And
their friendship ceased to be
I'm telling you I want it to work I don't like being hurt Something's not
right inside And I can't always put it aside What can we do, what can we
do?
Try
Mr Present, go away come back and fuck with us some other day Mr
Feelings, run and hide You have no right to what you feel inside
Motherfuckers, quick to kiss Talk your shit, but don't fuck with this All
I want to know is Am I holding on? Am I moving on? What can we do, what
can we do?
Try