More Sweet Soul

Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take

I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connelly's pain

And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder

To drown out the sound of the road under the tires

Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it

Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it

Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it

Yeah, I want, I want, I want, I want to fuck you

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drives

Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough

But I want you to know that in Philly it's cold

I'm sick with twenty-two days to go

Twenty-one days to go

Twenty full days to go

I count them down but they just get

Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer

And all the hours

They stretch like all the miles

They run together like the thoughts in my head

While I try to remember the last words I said, yeah

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me what I already know

(Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go)

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know

(Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to)

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know

(Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to)

Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know

(Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to go)