Trouble, stay away.
Trouble, stay away.
Oh, I've been a good boy. Maybe a man.
But if it wasn't for you
I'd be more than halfway there

Sittin on the turn table goin round
Get to the middle, skip, to the beginning, and again.
Oh, I've been a good boy. Gone from a to b to get to c.
If it wasn't for you
I'd be more than halfway there

But looking back at the half I've gained so far
There's a lot to be proud of that I've done.
So what's the fucking problem with staying right here
And maybe just turnin back around?

Turnin back, I'm turnin back around.
The Colors of Chalk

Half this planet is always dark
When is it ok to stab the heart of those near you?
Treating them like they treat you, but the sun comes and saves you.

Risin east, setting west there every day
Same thing around noon, thinkin about all my life's mistakes
Then night time comes, for way too long,
for way to long for any man to bear.

Wake up in the morning with a clean slate
What color chalk to use today
Mark it up with wrongdoing, a sinners painting with “actions” the brush.
A masterpiece glowing in the dark, but the sun comes and saves you.

Mark it up with wrongdoing, a sinners painting with actions the brush.
A masterpiece glowing in the dark, but the sun comes and saves you.

Risin east, setting west there every day
Same thing around noon, thinkin about all my life's mistakes
Then night time comes, for way too long,
for way to long for any man to bear.