Well you come upstairs in the night to talk
You stay a little while, then you do a little walk on home

I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes. I hear your talking shit
‘Cuse you ain't got nothing to talk about at all

So you took me to the party, you got me alone
You said you wanna feel good and you feel like you're gonna explode

Well, I don't care. I can't pay attention
And I don't give a damn about your intentions at all


Well, pass me the whiskey. Pass me the gin
Pass me whatever there's spike left in

Well I don't care if it's 7 in the morning
For all I care, it could be the second coming

Well, you said you couldn't take it anymore
You can't live like this. It's a really big deal

Well, I don't care. I can't pay attention
And I don't give a fuck about your intentions at all



Well, alright
We're always alright

We're alright
We're always alright

We're alright
We're always alright, alright
Ready, alright