Good Life The O`rourke`s 120 Am Lyrics

O`rourke`s 120 Am Lyrics

it's different when you're lonely

the whole world's in love

holding hands between bar stools

and you're holding your tongue

hold on-you're so fucked up...

so fickle

isn't this what you want?

so simple, so single

but it's different when you're hopeless

when the bars close their doors

growing hostile toward your waitress

those extra tips went ignored



it's different cause you're desperate

begging mercy on the sidewalk

to a sea of last callers

(keep the conversation quick

and keep them interested!)

you're different-and they sense it

your eyes can't disguise it

so glassy, half empty

ready to spill



hold on-please don't leave yet

i can't go home alone

it doesn't go over so well

so hold on just a little longer

at least through the night

at least 'til the morning

hold on. hold on to me

i can hardly stand-much less

the sight of myself

so hold on, hold on tight dear

put your foot on the gas

get me the fuck out of here