You had a bad day

Quarter in the ash trey

Soemthin' left a bad taste

No, no, no

And I fuck things up, just like you

I drank through every last excuse

I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof

'Cause some things are just out of your hands

'Cause some things are just in your head

We act like we don't give a damn

But sometimes we just can't pretend

You had a bad dream

Bottle full of lightning

Comin' up at nineteen

No, no, no

Commiserated, colors get too faded

Bleeding through the the painting

No, no, no

And I fuck things up, just like you

I drank through every last excuse

I took my shots, but no one's bulletproof

'Cause some things are just out of your hands

And some things are just in your head

We act like we don't give a damn

But sometimes we just can't pretend

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Out of your hands

Nights, when my shadows cover less

And I'm way too fucking stressed

I remember when you said

(One, two, three)

'Cause some things are just out of your hands

'Cause some things are just in your head

We act like we don't give a damn

But sometimes we can't just pretend

Sometimes we just can't pretend (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

Out of your hands

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Out of your hands