Drowning headfirst in my blue life jacket, Plucked from the ruse of a funeral casket Hear baby cheers when I'm wandering near you. How's the broken-hearted blues?
Don't overthink when they say, "I told you," Lay off the booze as the video blows you. Bring on the cheer, I want to be here, But, I've got this terrible problem.
All my friends had left, The feeling got sober. i was a chef on the Red October Who lost his spine, was paid to feel fine, And just for ugly babies who are often unkind,
I pushed away those concerts where the privilaged come to play. I chopped down disciples who'd been clean for just one day. Despite my attitude, was poised to discover, I'd change the news to find but one jealous lover, And I love her. I do.
Choke a man, Fanta pop, Easter basket. Dos mojitos in la discoteca. Not supposed to eat after midnight, I think we have a terrible problem.
Don't overthink when they say, "I told you," Lay off the booze as the video blows you. Bring on the cheer, I want to be here, But, I think I'm turning into a monster, dear