N ever made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
T ired of living like a blind man
I 'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
A nd this is how you remi nd me
T his is how you remin d me of what I really am
I t's not like you to say sorry
I 'm always waiting on a different story
T his time I'm mi staken
F or handing you a h eart worth breaking
A nd I've been wrong I 've been down
I nto the bottom of every bottle
T hese five words in my head
S cream "Are we having fun yet?"
Y eah ye ah yea h Are we having fun yet?
Y eah ye ah yea h
I t's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
A nd it must have been so bad
C ause living with me must have damn near killed you
A nd this is how you re mind me of what I really am
T his is how you remind me of what I really am
I t's not like you to say sorry
I 'm always waiting on a different story
T his time I'm mi staken
F or handing you a h eart worth breaking
A nd I've been wrong I 've been down
I nto the bottom of every bottle
T hese five words in my head
S cream "Are we having fun yet?"
Y eah ye ah yea h Ar e we having fun yet?
Y eah ye ah yea h Ar e we having fun yet?
Are we having fun yet?
Y eah ye ah yea h
N ever made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing