I was sucking on the sorry sights
I was watching out for things that bite
I was tripping on my own two feet
I was feeling like I got no sleep And my thoughts were getting unrestrained
And I was looking like Ichabod Crane
I was looking for some serious fun
'Cause a bad excuse is better than none Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me
I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine
I gotta just get through these changing times Oh, I was paranoid about the signs
They say it's just a dangerous time
I don't answer, I just decompose
'Cause I'm running with a painted rose I don't relate to the things they say
And I don't want to be like them today
I know it's useless, dumb and it's crass
But I guess I'm just a real outcast Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me
I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine
I gotta just get through these changing times I gotta just get through it
I gotta just get through it You could talk me into bitter sweet
You could *** me off the bright night street
You gotta keep it really tight and warm
You gotta keep me laughing in the storm Well, the roads are feeling hollow and steep
And I want to sow what I reap
I keep forgetting what I just forgot
I don't know if I'm ready or not Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me
I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine
I gotta just get through these changing times I gotta just get through it
I gotta just get through these changing times