I was sucking on the sorry sights I was watching out for things that bite I was tripping on my own two feet I was feeling like I got on sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained And I was looking like Ichabod Crane I was looking for some serious fun Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me
It hits me I gotta just get through it And I'll be fine yeah it hits me I gotta just get through these changing times
Oh I was paranoid about the signs They say it's just another dangerous times I don't answer I just decompose Cause I'm running with a painted rose I don't relate to the things they say And I don't want to be like them today I know it's useless dumb and it's crass But I guess I'm just a real outcast
Then it hits me yeah it hits me I gotta just get through it And I'll be fine I gotta just get through these changing times
I gotta just get through it I gotta just get through it
You could talk me into bitter sweet You could grab me off the bright night street You gotta keep it really tight and warm You gotta keep me laughing in the storm Well the roads are feeling hollow and steep And I want to sew what I reap I keep forgetting what I just forgot I don't know if I'm ready or not
Then it hits me yeah it hits me I gotta just get through it And I'll be fine I gotta just get through these changing times
I gotta just get through it I gotta just get through these changing timesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
