Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man And I've avoided doing things I know I can But if I've learned one thing the tattoo on my arm Will burn into
Even when my luck is down I take joy in knowing that our love grows But if my vices are a burden Please don't let me off, cast me from your home 'Cause
I remember making love on a Sunday Like throwing hearts in a fresh cut grass in May, whoa I remember making out on the airplane Still afraid of flying
I know, I know, I know every hour of the day There's a whisper inside of her brain Telling me who to kill, telling me who will live I'd do what she says
'til the mornin' Be my sunshine when the dark clouds rumble And together we can try to avoid trouble And we'll run to somewhere where the grass grows greener And the water's clearer and our blood
Nothing is wrong, what are you scared of? Nothing is wrong, what are you scared of? Nothing is wrong, what are you scared of? Nothing is wrong, what are
We are children and we'll give you trouble If we don't like what you're doing and we think that it is wrong Now we're satisfied but when we're not We
Don't ask me for any favors And I won't ask how you're doing Leave me alone now 'cause after all I'm dealing with you is a nuisance Ever since I was
One's not enough I won't stop 'til I've given you up Here, right as I am, it's hard having fun It's much easier said than it's done Hold me like before
: Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man And I've avoided doing things I know I can But if I learned one thing, the tattoo on my arm will burn
: (Chorus) Even when my luck is down I take joy in knowing that our love grows But if my vices are a burden Please don't let me off Cast me from your
: One's not enough I won't stop 'til I've given you up Here, right as I am, it's hard having fun It's much easier said than it's done Hold me like before
: I remember making love on a Sunday Bright floating hearts in a fresh cut grass in May, woah I remember making out on an airplane Still afraid of flying
: I know, I know, I know, I know Every hour of the day There's a whisper inside of her brain telling me who to kill Telling me who will live I'd do what
: What is she covering up? What is she lying about? She's hesitating... If she's loosing slow I need to know But if she's moving fast... Why is this
: Yeah, yeah, yeah When you see me Better make a phone call 'Cause I'm a bad brained gravel gone fiend with no time at all But know that I'll drive
What is she covering up? What is she lying about? She's hesitating... If she's loosing slow I need to know But if she's moving fast... Why is this happening
Now kid, I know I haven't been a perfect man And I've avoided doing things I know I can But if I learned one thing, the tattoo on my arm will burn into
