I know a boy who spins around in circles like
3, 2, 1 he's going in a downward spiral
If you see him reaching for a taste of his gun
Please stop him the mess would be a pain
Fresh off the boat from the conflict in crude-oil-istan
He's seen more than your average blue line superfan
Wasting away watching people who are skimming off the top of his pension
Oh what a shame
I know a girl who spins around in circles like
3, 2, 1 she's falling in a downward spiral
You won't see her reaching for the pill bottle in her purse
It's the seventh time today
Monday, Tuesday, what's the point of waiting for
The weekend when your hedonistic tendencies are
Pouring out your nose, and mouth, and ears, and eyes
You can't feel normal unless you numb the pain
It was the color of her eyes that made me feel like I was dying
The compromise you make to keep yourself from ugly crying
I think I made a mess
I think I made a mess outta this one, my darling
Well I'm trying the best I can with what I have, for all that's worth
I'm trying the best I can with what I have, for all that's worth
And after all the little things that I can change about myself
I'm still trying the best I can with what I have, for all that's worth
I know a girl who spins around in circles like
3, 2, 1 she's going in a downward spiral
If you see her reaching for a taste of his gun
Please stop her the mess would be a pain
Fresh off the boat from the cruise in tourist island-land
He's nothing more than her average suburb superdad
Wasting away wishing he could have done more about his daughter's depression
Oh what a shame