Rolled out of bed about a quarter to three
I still can't shake the damn shake in my knees
And this asshole in the mirror
Is wondering, "What the hell's the matter with me?"
Another bad case of the Sunday bues
Pop another top, gonna spin some tunes
Singin' 'Gone To Carolina'
And jump up and down in my blue suede shoes
Maybe I don't really feel that bad
After all, look at all I have
Are you quick to call me crazy?
For have half a mind just to give it back
'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something
I'm finding all the things that bring me down
And why's it only ever worse before it's better?
But I'm coming up on coming back around
Quick stop, pit stop, 3 a.m
I'm falling asleep, it won't happen again
Can you call me in the morning?
And maybe I can make it make sense by then
But it's hard to smile in the pouring rain
Southpaw cigarette to ease my pain
Praying for the sunrise
To spark my hope for another day
'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something
I'm finding all the things that bring me down
And why's it only ever worse before it's better?
I'm coming up on coming back around
I'm coming back around
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Yeah, I'm trying to rise above it
I'm stuck on never sticking around
But I just can't help, but love it
'Cause growing up is still worth coming down, oh
'Cause I'm still running, chasing after something
I'm finding all the things that bring me down
Why's it only ever worse before it's better?
I'm coming up on coming back around
Yeah, I'm coming back around
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Yeah, I'm coming back around