It leaves you cold and wet anyway you stretch it"
Divine apathy! Disease of my youth
And I won't betray the things that I hide
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
There's not enough years underneath this belt
There's not enough years underneath this belt
It says, "Son, time is all the luck you need"
Scrawled on the pavement
Watch that you don't catch it
For me to admit the way that I felt
And he pales up next to me
From a sea of discontent"
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And I'm the wave that crashes fom a sea that turns itself
Mean Mr. Mustard says, "Don't be the wave that crashes
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
There's not enough years underneath this belt
Inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell
And I won't betray the things that I hide
For me to admit the way that I felt
And I won't betray the things that I hide
Says, "It gets old real quick"
And I won't betray the things that I hide
There's not enough years underneath this belt
He says, "He's wrestled with that blanket
For me to admit the way that I felt
