It seems like every single day, I hear all of

my friends say, "you just too damn crazy".

And it seems like every dawn that breaks, I

reflect on what it takes, sometimes I just

can't see past this.



We got our love, but I don't know what to do

with it. We got our love, but I don't know

what to do with it.



It seems like every single time, when I hear

that Patsy Cline, I think of when we were

younger. Now I see people and their lies,

through frosted glass and swollen eyes,

can't you just get over yourself and call.



We got our love, but I don't know what to do

with it. We got our love, but I don't know

what to do with it.



I never want to be like that...