IT'S GOOD

I'm on the dishrag You're on the plane Dumb conversation You feel the same I'm on the next step to nowhere All this ends again You bought a paper I bought a ring You'll call me later I'll let it sing I wait for nothing but concept All this fades to I'll call out your window When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh And I won't be your friend though If we don't feel the same It'll just be a shame it's good I left to save her She left a sting I met the maker He met the king I hope the shots keep the power All this fades to I'll call out your window When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh And I won't be your friend though If we don't feel the same It'll just be a shame it's good Didn't anyone in the back room figure it out Are the spacemen floating around Waiting for the day day oh Didn't anyone keep the pictures up on the wall I was waiting for them to fall Creepin back my way way but I'll call out your window When it all comes down I'll pick it up oh And I won't be your friend though If we don't feel the same It'll just be a shame it's good