Well you come up stairs in the night to talk
Stay a little while then you do a little walk on home

I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes,
I hear your talking shit
'cuz you aint got nothing to talk about at all

So you take me to the party you got me alone
Said you wanna feel good cuz you feel like your gonna explode

And i don’t care i can’t pay attention,
And i don’t give a fuck about your attention at all

Well, pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin
Pass me whatever that’s going to let me in?

Well, i don’t care if it’s 7 in the mornin’
For all i care it could be the second comin’

Well, you said you couldn’t take it anymore
You can’t live like this, it’s a really big deal

And i don’t care i can’t pay attention,
And i don’t give a fuck about your
Attention at all
Well, alright
We're always alright
We're alright
We're always alright