In every pro there's a con I should probably move on
But I've never known no one like you
All this time I've been a little bit lost
Okay, a lot a bit lost
But I'll take another drink on the rocks
Questions, questioning me every night
Why the hell am I here?
Answers answering but I don't feel the rush that I want and I fear
That the lonely days are yet to come I fear and I would out become
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run
In every song that I write there's always
something clinging on to my poisonous tongue
I need it to stop but I don't want to be stopped I
got a lot on my plate but I don't want to be safe
No I don't want to be safe No I don't want to be
Questions,
questioning me every night Why the hell am I here?
Answers answering but I don't feel the rush that I want and I fear
That the lonely days are yet to come I fear and I would out become
The lonely days are yet to come I fear and I would out become
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run
Questions,
questioning me every night Why the hell am I here?
Answers answering but I don't feel the rush that I want and I fear
That the lonely days are yet to come I fear and I would out become
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run
Baby listen to me when I tell you to run