To the fucked up reasons That keeps us getting around Once in a while we need them To help us up when down
Some are pretty good and some are not and some are great and some absurd The reasons might be pretty messed up but whatever works Because one minute i'll be sitting in the corner having doubts But the next i'm on a barstool doing shots while singing loud
I played these chords and sang these bitter songs With no apparent reason or desire to go on But when the lights go out we're still just having fun So carry on, i'll cary on
Some are pretty good and some are not and some are great and some just sad But there's nothing to do but take the good times with the bad Cause while one night in copenhagen might just bring me to my knees I'm still i''m loving every minute in a basement in dc
