Don't need to see her
You're hanging up her phone call
Don't need no reefer
That's just the line that you draw
You got a swell in your eyes
It all looks funny at night
My love was cauterized in indecisions inside
Broken receivers
But we gotta stand tall
Had it wrong and now the stories are getting old
So why are we holding on
You're entertainers
You got the luck of the draw
Oh! Cut the complainers
Making you out to be straw
You got that look in your eye
You think I'm crazy right
I'm thinking the opposite is true
Why don't you put up a fight, broken receivers
But we gotta stand tall
Had it wrong and now the stories are getting old
So why are we holding on
Half the world's already drowning in alcohol
Is that all we're running from