Save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies

Even when the story's old and bad

And the tube hurts

And my arm hurts

And the movie is sad



Save your tears they're for the injured man

Because he drinks too much and you don't need it

Emotion drives the car home and hollers

Get me down or wake me up

In a cyclone next to my brother I holler

There is no one like my brother



I may get sick there

Sick with pleasure

Tomorrow's a new day



The roof it rips and then my house is a cave

It is a cave where I hide the car keys from myself

And say you're not going anywhere

Even if your mother's waiting at the door with a towel



You can't dry off the

The hurt no more

Tomorrow is too late

My best friend said so

You can't dry off the

The hurt no more

Tomorrow is too late



I save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies

Even when the story's old and bad

And the tube hurts

And my arm hurts

And the movie is sad