Oh, I was sucking on the sorry sights
And I was watching out for things that bite
I was tripping on my own two feet
And I was feeling like I got no sleep

And my thoughts were getting unrestrained
And I was looking like Ichabod Crane
I was looking for some serious fun
Cause a bad excuse is better than none

Then it hits me
Yeah it hits me
I gotta just get through it
And I’ll be fine
I gotta just get through
These changing times

Oh I was paranoid about the signs
They say it’s just a dangerous time
I don’t answer I just [bad word] 
Cause [bad word] with a painted rose

I don’t relate to the things they say
And I don’t wanna be like them today
I know it’s useless dumb and it’s crass
But I guess I’m just a real outcast

Then it hits me
Yeah it hits me
I gotta just get through it
And I’ll be fine
I gotta just get through
These changing times

I gotta just get through it
I gotta just get through it

You could talk me into bitter sweet
You could grab me off the bright night street
You gotta keep it really tight and warm
You gotta keep me laughing in the storm

Well the roads are feeling hollow and steep
And I wanna sew what I reap
I keep forgetting what I just forgot
I don’t know if I’m ready or not

Then it hits me
Yeah it hits me
I gotta just get through it
And I’ll be fine
I gotta just get through
These changing times

I gotta just get through it
I gotta just get through
These changing times