They don't know my name I find on my end it's all the same Maybe we'll get stoned and try to be so funny and Maybe it's too much our colors on you again And I think I felt good Tossing back some brews With the guys you knew Poured some out for you way too soon When I got home I felt nothing at all I spent some time between my four walls When I woke up I looked across the street Saw your face if you know what I mean