i want to tell you a little story

'cause it makes me warm inside

it's about some friends growing up

and all the things they tried

i'm not talking about staple shit

they went for something more

i guess it was too much dreaming

too much to hope for



one day something funny happened

but it scared the shit out of me

their heads went in different directions

and their friendship ceased to be



i'm telling you i want it to work

i don't like being hurt

something's not right inside

and i can't always out it aside

what can we do what can we do?



i guess i make too much shit

someday we'll look back and laugh

mr. present go away

come and fuck with us some other day

mr feelings, run and hide

you have no right to what you feel inside

motherfuckers, quick to kiss

talk your shit but don't fuck with this



all i want to know is

am i holding on? am i moving on?



what can we do what can we do