i try so hard to be good i get these bad ideas i try so hard to be good it doesn t always work out it doesn t always work out but i try to feel the sunlight on my eyes shake off the shadows that were following me around it s very nice you know and quite a lot to take in to feel the sunlight and start growing again i taught myself to push it away i was watching watching you do it to me i taught myself to throw it away and you get used to being happy you get used to it used to it used to it i like to thing about the clouds how they are moving sometimes it s nice to stay home when everybody goes out it s nice and quiet when they call it s so loud i don t understand i shuffle cool across the boulevard my feet move steady my shoes go up and down i m always late you know late and never ready i keep it steady though when i get tight and all up right i taught myself to push it away i was watching watching you do it to me i was evasive but something took away but you get used to being happy you get used to it used to it used to it but you get used to being happy you ll get used to it used to it used to it  make no mistake to be a user don t mean loser baby witty and cruel they are so easy to confuse you ll learn eventually or eventually you ll lose it eventually you ll lose it or get used to it get used to it