I want to tell you a little story
Cause it makes me warm inside
It's about some friends growing up
And all the things they tried
I'm not talking about staple sh**
They went for something more
I guess it was too much dreaming
Too much to hope for
One day something funny happened
But it scared the sh** out of me
Their heads went in different directions
And their friendship ceased to be
I'm telling you I want it to work
I don't like being hurt
Something's not right inside
And I can't always put it aside
What can we do, what can we do?
Try
I guess I make too much sh**
Someday we'll look back and laugh
Mr. Present, go away
Come back and f** with us some other day
Mr. Feelings, run and hide
You have no right to what you feel inside
Motherf**ers, quick to kiss
Talk you sh**, but don't f** with this
All I want to know is
Am I holding on? Am I moving on?
What can we do, what can we do?