It's like a broken teenage heart
And my mind is a mess
And I tend to loose my temper when I'm wounded, I guess
There were times when I thought that only Jesus could help
And there were times when I didn't think at all
And I could try and fight that anger
Until it's gone
But I don't.
So keep it coming
Play them records that'll be saving my soul
And gimme something, yeah something
Baby, I need some more
Tell me all about your sins, I'll tell you about mine
And about the things I keep locked in a drawer.
And maybe it is getting better with time.
But I'm so sick and tired of wishing and waiting.
And it is so nice, there ain't nothing like loosing your head
And I guess it's alright
If you don't wanna stay for the weekend
Well, it would be alright
If you did