I should lay around and curse the day that I fell apon your sword Cause I'm a poor boy and your smile is a drug that I can't afford anymore your tongue tied talker with sleepy eyes that always get the last word you're not broken you're just tired and it shows when you're done acting tough you only take two and a quarter to get f****ed up and when you say you're in love you just sound like your giving up to say I'll be alright would be a risky bet 'cause I'm about as good as I'm going to get these chains are tight and the courage that I showed left a long time ago just so you know