Be Yr Man

If on Friday I blackout Will you let me sleep on your couch? And if I can't then could you call a taxi? I had the number but I threw it out I could take you out to a party If I knew where any of them were If there's none we can throw our own And I'll invite ya if I find the words And I could be your man And you could be mine too And I could be your man If that's alright with you I was walking all around the town And on the streets where I grew up I found the setting of a couple stories About my friends and I losing touch And if there's anyway to take me back Then I would pay about a thousand bucks I should probably have some more than that But I could pin it all down to luck And when I see your face I just don't know We're so out of place it probably shows And we're all so disappointed with the way our lives turned out I've been feeling so confused thinking "what's life about?" And I probably should've warned you That we've been staring at the page Where somebody wrote the answers but they're bullshit anyway So let's go Ba da dada da dada dada da da dada da da dada