Some people kill for less Some people find it hard to get dressed Some people, well Ask how old I am Some people live in a life Some people need more than a slice But when it fades When the glitter's gone You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy Old and lonely when the shade is down The brighter lights just smells their empty heads Some people don't get much Some people feel they're in touch With spirit worlds, talking to you now Some people just gotta say Some people just wanna play They get a kick when it's all messed up You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy And what you thought you lost was just mislaid All the poems written in your skin You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy You know it You owe it to yourself You won't let it make you mad It's already crazy And what you thought you lost was just mislaid And all the poems written in your skin
its already crazy
Some people kill for less
Some people find it hard to get dressed
Some people, well
Ask how old I am
Some people live in a life
Some people need more than a slice
But when it fades
When the glitter's gone
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
Old and lonely when the shade is down
The brighter lights just smells their empty heads
Some people don't get much
Some people feel they're in touch
With spirit worlds, talking to you now
Some people just gotta say
Some people just wanna play
They get a kick when it's all messed up
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
All the poems written in your skin
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
You know it
You owe it to yourself
You won't let it make you mad
It's already crazy
And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
And all the poems written in your skin