Friends dead
Never said enough
I'll be here
Don't you fear
Running, running, running
Something, something, something, something
Bad days are hell
Story of my life, story of my life
Good days are magic
I'll let them have it!
I'll let them wash away everything bad
No right and wrongs (yeah)
Only a song, I'm not talking 'bout songs
It's just words and hyperboles
Analogies for something deeper
Authority constantly begging
For my time, time time, time to sleep