| Yeah, yeah |
| She breaks down the pain |
| Yeah |
| She breaks down the pain, she rolls up the weed |
| She far from a saint, she’s all that I need |
| She lost in her thoughts, so hardly she speaks |
| Her mind’s always dirty and her soul’s never free (Whoa-whoa) |
| She never been a groupie (No way) |
| She just in love with the music |
| She watch depressin' movies (Always) |
| Somethin' from the '30s or the '40s about a dependent house wife (Whoa-whoa) |
| She makes up her bed like she makes up her stories |
| Awake through the night, then she high from the morning |
| I wish she could feel me, she never felt nothin' |
| Knock on her door, she let me come in (Whoa) |
| I wish she would learn to live |
| Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door |
| Baby, let’s get stoned |
| Put on a record, can I play you one more song? |
| We can get stoned |
| I swear to God, heaven feels just like home |
| Let’s go home |
| Yeah |
| And the water, it’s shallow like the lies that she tells |
| Can’t run from your shadow, can’t hide from yourself |
| She hates that she cries when she’s all by herself |
| And she’s always all by herself (Whoa-whoa) |
| She hardly talks in conversation (No way) |
| But, but when she do, all the words get lost in translation (Always) |
| No, she can’t move (Whoa-whoa-whoa) |
| 'Cause she paralyzed from the fear that she fantasized |
| The doctor tried to analyze |
| They can not find anything that’s wrong with her |
| Her parents never got along with her |
| I had to make this song for her (Whoa-whoa-whoa) |
| I wish she would learn to live |
| Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door |
| Baby, let’s get stoned |
| Put on a record, can I play you one more song? |
| We can get stoned |
| I swear to God, heaven feels just like home |
| Let’s go home |
| Baby, let’s get stoned |
| Put on a record, can I play you one more song? |
| We can get stoned |
| I swear to God, heaven feels just like home |
| Let’s go home |
| I wish she would learn to live |
| Isolation, she lockin' the bathroom door |
| Baby, let’s get stoned |
| Put on a record, can I play you one more song? |
| We can get stoned |
| I swear to God, heaven feels just like home |
| Let’s go home |