I bet you feel it's magic it's boredom setting in

fingers turn brown that's where I'll begin.

I'm in this sad position I know I'm in the wrong

when I'm all screwed around I can't count 7 friends that I got.



'cause when I'm out with the fellas drinking

up like a storm. When we're all out together

they all say on your feet dance some more.



I can't hold a candle to all that I pretend

running around and the thought of my life going end

over end. You probably feel it's righteous but I've died 100 times.



When we're undercovers we joke with one another

rules are only rules if we want them to be

we can be the fools if we want to be in our hearts