You oughta know that some things are better left unsaid
You oughta show some love before you wind up dead
I know the cheaters and liars are stuck in the brains of your head
But don't let it get to you, she said
You oughta bleed out the sick thoughts in your mind
You oughta lead the way into a different kind
I know the freaks and geeks are staring between your eyes
But don't let it get to you, it's alright
You oughta find a tune for your favorite sound
You oughta grow up and get yourself off of the ground
I know the Rolling Stoners are playing their music too loud
But don't let it get to you, you're the crowd
You look back at all the things that made you sorry
And there's no need to complain
You can crack another angel
But you're still stuck in your lane
And there's no escape