Too many words unspoken
Too many long percents
Too many made mistakes at my expense

Too many fools are broken
So many hopes amend
Too many tuned out fates you call your friend

It matters if you have enough
It matter if you have enough
Oohh

Too many tunes are frozen
The older the song she [bad word] a dim lit race to find your bed

How many arms reach after you
Too many to pretend, 
Too many tuned out fates you call your friend

It matters if you have enough
It matters if you have enough
Ooh, ohh

It matters if you have enough
It matters if you have enough