you’ve got to believe me baby
eventhough I drove you crazy
you’v got the best of me, walk inside my head with me

take a walk, if your feeling down
spark it up we sing Mr. Brown
we’re like two records that spin around
cause the world keeps turning even underground
but this is how you really make me feel…

and I can’t let you be….

when I’m right outside your door
confident, but insecure,
when you call me immature, maybe
…see the colors in between
dream in charismatic green
faster than your tambourine could shake me
…throwing pennies down the lane
you’re the whiskey down the drain
as I pull apart my brain, she makes me
…rest my head in daffodil
when there’s nothing left to kill
spill what’s left of yellow pills don’t wake me

you’ve got to believe in something,
even though you leave me nothing
you got the best of me, walk inside my head with me