#lyrpic

The real truth about it is my kind of life’s no better off if I’ve got the maps or if I’m lost.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give if it would take away the sting I’m in.

We don't cry for those nights to arrive. We yell like hell to the heavens.

When they love you, and they will, tell ‘em all they’ll love in my shadow and if they try to slow you down, tell ‘em all to go to hell.

And we can roll in it to Chicago. Yeah, we can roll in it to Chicago just like it should be. It’s all a party to me.

Trying to keep up with you and I don't know if I can do it.

My friend is so depressed. He wishes he was dead. I swam inside his head and this is what he said: Help me. Help me. Won't someone set me free? There's no right side of the bed with a body like mine and a mind like mine.

There’s nothing so quiet as a boat over anchor.