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 ****
‘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 **** 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