You had a bad day
Quarter in the ashtray
Soemthin' left a bad taste
No, no, no
And on the next day
Never left the bedframe
Livin' in your head space
No, no, no
And I fuck things up, just like you
I drank through every last excuse
I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof
'Cause some things are just out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend
You had a bad dream
Bottle full of lightning
Comin' up at nineteen
No, no, no
Commiserated, colors get too faded
Bleeding through the the painting
No, no, no
And I fuck things up, just like you
I drank through every last excuse
I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof
'Cause some things are just out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Out of your hands
Nights, when my shadows cover less
And I'm way too fucking stressed
I remember when you said
(One, two, three)
'Cause some things are just out of your hands
And some things are just in your head
We act like we don't give a damn
But sometimes we just can't pretend
Sometimes we just can't pretend (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Out of your hands
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Out of your hands
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