1.Bootstraps
I want to be uplifting for a change＊
To make you feel a little better,
Like when a nice boy takes you dinner
Not just first base beneath your sweater.
But if it happens enough
Maybe I'll learn to trust
Having skin so tough
Like an elephant must
But my expanding state
Tends to gravitate.
I'll never fit the pants of a singer
I lack the lungs of a winner
I am failure's dead ringer
I've got the marks of a sinner
You've got to pick yourself up by the bootstraps
Just ignore them when they laugh
Make it a point to now walk taller
Keep your chin up on the behalf
Of every beautiful rejection
With their own ugly reflection
To anyone who's ever never felt the same
Back to the couch
Where I'll binge on doritos
Where I'll grow so stagnant
That I breed mosquitoes
I will saturate
My expanding state
But still hey.
Who are we to say we could ever be loved？
From god's own junkyard to heavens above
2.Some Things Don't Wash Out
I think I tried to wake up too fast＊
From what must have been a two year nap
Then I hit my head and it was back to bed for a while
I woke up twenty-four in Texas
Breaking a sweat to expand my Nexus
When it occurred to me, maybe I shouldn't be
Making excuses to cope so liberally
They say some things just don't wash out
But I've been dying to know what getting clean is all about
And now years have gone by
But it's still stuck in my mind
(Some things just don't wash out)
For too long now I've sung the same sad song
But I didn't even write it; I was just singing along
But the problem with change is it's hard
Like finding lively conversation in graveyards
I hit the nail on the head, drove it straight through my hand
I have martyred myself in a scheme not so grand
More deserving of men left to rot in a rag
Haven't done shit with my life and my skin is starting to sag
(You drink too much, your mind's unfit)
(You really can't afford to live like this)
(You're only almost there, but still so far)
Everyone？ (Everyone!)
They say some things just don't wash out
But I've been dying to know what getting clean is all about
And now years have gone by
But it's still stuck in my mind
Some things just don't wash out
You've gotta dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've got to dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've gotta dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've got to dig! (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've gotta dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've got to dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've gotta dig (Deep! Deep! Deep!)
You've gotta dig! You've gotta dig!
They say some things just don't wash out
But I've been dying to know what getting clean is all about
And now years have gone by
But it's still stuck in my mind
Some things just don't wash out
(Some things just don't wash out)
Some things just don't wash out
(Some things just don't wash out)
Now years have gone by
And it's still stuck in my mind
(Some things just don't wash out)
3.The Next 20 Minutes
If we're gonna have it out, let's have it out＊
You always said you were sure, I had every doubt
If you need to talk for a little while,
I'll be here, but I'd be lying with a smile
And now someone else is taking off
the clothes that someone else is taking off
the clothes that you once bought me
It's sad cause your love is like a bus,
I may miss you, but I know more will come
I always said I'd never lie
But there are a few things I just had to hide
And this will hurt, a point that I must stress
Because the next 20 minutes girl surely won't be my best
I hate to say that alcohol saved my career
But if she didn't drink so much then I wouldn't be here
And my patience is a wicked thing
I've out-waited wedding rings (oh-no)
I know I said I'd never lie
But there are a few things I just had to hide
And this will hurt, a point that I must stress
Because the next 20 minutes love surely won't be my best
What if I never get things right,
And always lust after the things that I can't have？
What if I never see the point (of it)
I know I said I'd never lie
But there are a few things I just had to hide
This will hurt, a point that I must stress
Because the next 20 minutes girl surely won't be my best
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