How you doing How you feeling
Gosh I'm fine I guess my life's a ruin
Here don't worry I'm not sorry
But what's the point in being sorry
Whenever you don't feel so good
Just shove it all under your hood they say
Least to me that's not so true just be like the Americans and just sue
I'm so sorry
I suppose I might have got it twisted
I suppose I might have got it twisted
There comes a time a rhyme or reason for
Boring old life to rear it's ugly head
I'll just stay here in this bubble
Can't promise that I'll stay out of trouble
I'm so sorry
I suppose I might have got it twisted
I suppose I might have got it twisted
Hey I guess this ain't going my way
So I'll pack my bags and run away
Just wanna run