I know what you said "have a good time at your show"
But I know what you meant
You’re too scared to introduce me to your friends
Words you say only multiply
No court big enough to testify
24 no more in depth than what makes me fear my sorry life
Maybe it's the times
Weren't really about you man
Then you stumble on my doorstep
Like I don't matter
Sometimes you lie about things you believe in
The crazy part is we'd probably get along just fine
Structure is what makes me not belong
Yet I need a conscience to feel wrong?
Everything should come with liquor and beer
Cause just what else would I have to fear?