I was sucking on the sorry sights

I was watching out for things that bite


I was tripping on my own two feet


I was feeling like I got no sleep




And my thoughts were getting unrestrained


And I was looking like Ichabod Crane

I was looking for some serious fun


'Cause a bad excuse is better than none




Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me


I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine


I gotta just get through these changing times




Oh, I was paranoid about the signs


They say it's just a dangerous time

I don't answer, I just decompose


'Cause I'm running with a painted rose




I don't relate to the things they say


And I don't want to be like them today


I know it's useless, dumb and it's crass

But I guess I'm just a real outcast





Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me

I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine


I gotta just get through these changing times




I gotta just get through it


I gotta just get through it




You could talk me into bitter sweet


You could grab me off the bright night street


You gotta keep it really tight and warm

You gotta keep me laughing in the storm





Well, the roads are feeling hollow and steep

And I want to sow what I reap


I keep forgetting what I just forgot

I don't know if I'm ready or not




Then it hits me, yeah, it hits me

I gotta just get through it and I'll be fine


I gotta just get through these changing times




I gotta just get through it

I gotta just get through these changing times