Jack Johnson

yeah she got me up all night,
          	listening to her fight,
          	sometimes she may be right,
          	but all i want,
          	is for her to know what i see,
          	maybe know how she sees me
          	what i spent,
          	my anger may i vent,
          	someone else may be iight,
          	but will he be there,
          	when you need someone to shed some light,
          	cuz ur having a bad day,
          	yeah you spent it dark space,
          	rain drops the only thing that bust ur mouth,
          	that and the tears streamin' down the face,
          	of a girl living some were far in a place,
          	were flowers bloom,
          	no worries of a sudden boom,
          	could shake her thoughts and he room,
          	fuck a hater and the crew,
          	just smoke weed, 
          	and take the shrooms,
          	drink the boose,
          	like a short circuit,
          	you know is a ticking,
          	and it may,
          	blow up off at any point in time,
          	but you have other thoughts one ur mind,
          	and she saw,
          	she saw she saw,
          	what it's like to date a ticking time bomb,
          	maybe this time,
          	the next night,
          	we can be alright,
          	maybe even try it,
          	maybe,
          	but i think i'll be what i am now,
          	a loner in the lone town,
          	what people call the P-Town,
          	the countless night i spend with a head that pound,
          	loose at the very thought of one more round,
          	weak,
          	seen in a crowd,
          	next sleeping on the side of the road,
          	busing alone back to a home,
          	wear he clouds the truth,
          	even when shown the proof,
          	of a magic trick,
          	poof,
          	no one,
          	left not even you...