[Verse 1]
Try not to think out loud
What I’m thinkin' about
I’m looking at the sky
While laying on the ground
Try not to think out loud
Try not to think out loud
But I made up my mind
I’m walking down the corridor waitin' in line
Tell me whatcha gonna do when I’m through with you
'Cause everything you do is just Is just seven little words for a shitty excuse
And if I’m a little kid, then you’re a little man
What’s a seven letter word for I’m doing what I can? And I mean it, baby
Whats a seven dollar word for I mean it, boy?
Whoa whoa oh oh whoa

[Chorus]
Fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
Whoa whoa whoa oh whoa
I could see, but now I’m blind
Good luck is hard to find
Yeah yeah yeah ah

[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
Don’t wanna grow up old
Don’t wanna die alone
Fuck doing what you're told, yeah yeah yeah
Try not to think out loud

[Chorus]
Fine time to be on your mind
Good friends are hard to find
Yeah yeah yeah ah
I could see, but now I’m blind
Good fuck is hard to find
Whoa whoa whoa oh whoa