Fake Problems The Gun
I don't need a gun to blow your mind
In fact I hit the town alone most of the time
And I won't pretend that everything is fine
Yeah, these fists are clenched,
This heart is beating outta my chest
And I can finally see
It must be weird to watch them grow
While you're still sitting there on your own
But take it from me,
It all gets better in time
There are too many disappointments in this life
And if you have a second
I can tell you how you let me down this time
You get so damn depressed around the night
Because the day is over
Another day you didn't get anything you've been
fighting for
It must be weird to watch me grow
While you're still sitting there on your own
But take it from me,
It all gets better in time
I don't wan to rain on your parade
But the candy you're throwing out
Is rotten and disgusting
From the front line to the very back
That beauty queen waving from a Cadillac
I think we've finally got ourselves a winner
Go!
It must be weird to watch them grow
While you're still sitting there on your own
But take it from me,
It all gets better in time
