It’s Cool

Babe, what you runnin' from? Your loaded gun? You say you're Mr. Wrong Brown eyes in front of me, carry sympathy Thicker than the smoke in your lungs And, darling, I try to justify All of the fires you put me through Now roses don't bloom all 'cause of you I don't need anything but me Baby, it's cool, yeah, I know We ain't got no second chance Baby, it's cool, 'cause we know We dance in young romance Baby, it's fine that we don't Get the same high as the first time But, baby, it's cool, 'cause I know We ain't got no second chance Downtown every night Stay lit to disguise all this shit on my mind Now all my tears that fall, all the tears that fall I catch them every time Now these records are all that I've got Keep wet hands inside of my pocket Now these records are all that I got But they won't play no more