My friends don't need jobs 'Cause they all sell drugs And spend their Fridays setting fire with their college degrees And I think, to some degree, they are more practical than me
My friends don't need God 'Cause they all feel loved And spend their Sundays sleeping in and getting high in the street And I think a greater meeting could be right beneath their noses
Oh, Moses, Jesus, Annie full of grace You know I've been trying hard here, but I just can't hold the weight Of all this searching in circles, I'm trying to find my place The empty head feels heavier every day
When Andy broke last fall, we all just shrugged There 'ain't no purpose fighting holy wars for something you're not And I think we're better off believing in ourselves But that's me
A year ago today, I was ten bucks short of a four-quarter solution Resolution unavoided but learned to spoil it Don't know how I can make me proud again Make me proud again
I don't know how I can make me proud again Don't know how I can make me proud again Teach me how I can make me proud again Teach me how I can make me proud againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
