Well you come up stairs in the night to talk Stay a little while then you do a little walk on home
I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear your talking shit 'cuz you aint got nothing to talk about at all
So you take me to the party you got me alone Said you wanna feel good cuz you feel like your gonna explode
And i don’t care i can’t pay attention, And i don’t give a fuck about your attention at all
Well, pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin Pass me whatever that’s going to let me in?
Well, i don’t care if it’s 7 in the mornin’ For all i care it could be the second comin’
Well, you said you couldn’t take it anymore You can’t live like this, it’s a really big deal
And i don’t care i can’t pay attention, And i don’t give a fuck about your Attention at all Well, alright We're always alright We're alright We're always alright
