Monday morning, you woke up crying.
The [bad word] of a stupid line, oh.
Set by some punk [bad word] on the street.
It wasn’t me, it wasn’t you.
It wasn’t anybody you knew,
Is it your old friend’s insecurity?
The [bad word] that stuck by your side since you were born.
Tuesday night, you would reign a fight
The same old argument black and white
It’s something that’s eating your insides
It’s not the food, it’s not the booze.
It isn’t anything (something)
Or is [bad word] a problem you can’t hide
So every time you thought you were wrong,
you were right.
the devil on your shoulder gives you strength and paranoia.
The girl besides you calms a few
You’re best friends till the end of time.
You’ll always be there by your side.