Up

You don't say much of anything

When questioned of your whereabouts

It's evident

It's right in front of me in black and white and redAnd I don't believe in much of anything

I'm glad I have people I call friends

If it was up to me I'd never have to miss you

It's for the better and the bitter and I guess you know the bestYou have every right to be

This appalled with me

Join the club

I signed up a long time ago and I know how you feelAnd when you decked me

You left me knocked out on the floor

I came too bloodied up, but you weren't around

I picked my teeth off the ground like they'd been there before

Songwriters

MIKE FELUMLEE, MATT SKIBA, DANIEL ANDRIANOPublished by

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