You don't believe in my stories You don't believe in my dreams And when I explain how I see things You think I misunderstood what it means
You don't recount/regard my advices My point of view is passé You find my opinion invalid You won't even consider my way
Still you hold me responsible For the spoke in your wheels But what I aim to do is provide you a bike So put your own hands on the handlebars And go ahead and ride, baby ride wherever you like Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin I won't stop you I'll be watching from the sidelines Won't prevent you But if I see you go to hell I'll go with you
You find my experience threatening Like it nips all the fun in the bud In your eyes, I'm the party-pooper I'm the joykilling stick in the mud
And yes, I do have some experience That's exactly what keeps me awake 'Cause I know that my lot in life is To let you make your own mistakes
Still you hold me responsible For the spoke in your wheels But what I aim to do is provide you a bike So put your own hands on the handlebars And go ahead ride, baby ride, wherever you like
I won't stop you I'll be watching from the sidelines Won't prevent you But if I see you go to hell I'll go with you
I won't stop you I'll be watching from the sidelines Won't prevent you But if I see you go to hell I'll go with you