Save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies Even when the story's old and bad And the tube hurts And my arm hurts And the movie is sad
Save your tears they're for the injured man Because he drinks too much and you don't need it Emotion drives the car home and hollers Get me down or wake me up In a cyclone next to my brother I holler There is no one like my brother
I may get sick there Sick with pleasure Tomorrow's a new day
The roof it rips and then my house is a cave It is a cave where I hide the car keys from myself And say you're not going anywhere Even if your mother's waiting at the door with a towel
You can't dry off the The hurt no more Tomorrow is too late My best friend said so You can't dry off the The hurt no more Tomorrow is too late
I save the sad for real life my best friend cries at the movies Even when the story's old and bad And the tube hurts And my arm hurts And the movie is sad
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