Mind's empty like a six-pack

If we could we would throw it away

Silence like silver, empty wells with gold

And if we could fly

I close my eyes and see the stranger under my skin

Laughing about me feeling high

With my concrete feet on the ground

Poor boy

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, yeah)

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, uh)

So no control and if we could we would, yeah

Throw it away

You're the last one 'cause it seems everyone else is gone

So please stay

I open my eyes and voices in my head

They're talking about me feeling down

With my head in the clouds, yeah

Am I a poor boy?

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, yeah)

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, uh)

I try to fill hard times with green

I try to throw the blinding red away

They say the only way to make them pay is to lie

I'd rather die

250,000 Ways to die, so it's my choice

What you see is what you get

So am I better off dead?

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, yeah)

They want me to say that good things will come your way (your way)

One day (one day, uh)

Yeah!