The Fear

Don't play the tortured artist with me,

Or you can pack up all your bags and then leave,

Yea you know what I'm saying and

I'm praying for you to take heed.

It's like your mother was drunk all the time

And your brother turned to a life of crime,

You fear he's lost direction,

You feel he's finally lost his way

Well look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Just look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Don't play the tortured artist with me,

'Cause it's not all about you now what about me

You can save your breath now son 'cause

I never said that I was going to leave you,

It's like your father, He never came home

And your sister spent her life on the phone

And all the other kids used to give you shit

All the time.

Well look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Just look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Maybe I'll dive for treasure

Or maybe I'll ski the world

Or maybe I'll just ao live in the hills

Maybe I'll find my pleasure with

Some far off eastern girl

Or maybe I'll still be living in the hills ... Yea

Don't play the tortured artist with me

Don't play the tortured artist with me

It's a fear fear of losing direction,

It's a fear you've lost your way

It's a fear of losing face and that

Someone can replace you

It's a fear of losing direction,

It's a fear you've lost your way

It's a fear of losing face and that

Someone can replace you

'Cause the path is always better

When there's someone in your way

Trying to find their way to escape

Well look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Just look out on the bright side,

Look out to the world

Look out at all the boys and the girls

Just look out to the world