Strangers and You

It's funny though people like you Only when you're down, miserable, blue It's easy though you start to feel better No more regrets I'm a go-getter It's easy fun picture a gun Blowin' my head I'm Killin' myself Dreaming of sex Dreaming of death No more regrets No more regrets It's Easy Joe tell 'em you don't know Tell 'em you've grown old Tell 'em no more Joe An easy joke, books of manners It's you and the strangers It's you and the weather A mix of stuff, smell like grass It's you and the stars the strangers in us The strangers in us, the strangers in us The strangers in you, the strangers in us