Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck.
Some nights I call it a draw.
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle.
Some nights I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost.
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh.
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights, I don't know anymore
This is it, boys. This is war.
What are we waiting for?
Why don't we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype.
Save that for the black and white.
I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style
And that's alright
I found a martyr in my bed tonight.
She stops my bones from wondering
Just who I am, who I am, who I am.
Yeah, oh who am I mmmm mmmmm
CHORUS again:
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan.
So come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!
My heart is breaking for my sister
And the con that she called love.
But when I look into my nephew's eyes,
Man, you wouldn't believe
The most amazing things that can come from.
Some terrible nights.
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