Every other hour floating through life,
Everyone says your not the type,
We used to make fun of people who were two faced,
So now you mock your parents who preach until they're blue faced,
Your light has lost its ferver,
You've got no self control,
But there's always a guy who will welcome you back,
He'll get your life on the narrow track,
Your light has lots of ferver,
You've got much self control,