i want to tell you a little story 'cause it makes me warm inside it's about some
friends growing up and all the things they tried i'm not talking about staple
shit they went for something more i guess it was too much dreaming too much to
hope for one day something funny happened but it scared the shit out of me their
heads went in different directions and their friendship ceased to be i'm telling
you i want it to work i don't like being hurt something's not right inside and i
can't always put it aside what can we do, what can we do? try i guess i make too
much shit someday we'll look back and laugh mr. present, go away come back and
fuck with us some other day mr. feelings, run and hide you have no right to what
you feel inside motherfuckers, quick to kiss talk your shit, but don't fuck with
this all i want to know is am i holding on? am i moving on? what can we do, what
can we do? try