Complicated
Uh, alright, here we go
One time for your mind, your body and your soul
Every time that I rhyme, you know im in control, alright
Here we go, here we go, here we go
And we've been here for so many years
Still it seems as if you're not there (are you there)
Every time I talk, you turn away (do you care?)
Isn't Dad an obligation to care
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), overrated (alright), complicated
This feeling is low
Well I came in the door, yeah I said it before
I never let the stress get me down no more
Giving thanks to the Lord, you know I pray every day
Give shouts to my peeps and this is what we say
And we said
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), overrated (alright), complicated
This feeling is low
You left us one little room with a black and white TV
One eviction notice and a bill for therapy
You're living all alone you're like a dog without a bone, I said
You're living all alone because you left us all at home
Well you had a second chance but you threw it all away
A fourth, and fifth, and sixth but that was yesterday
Now you're sitting at a bar your just drowning in your tears
You're lonely in the corner while everybody cheers, and we said
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems, (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), you're overrated (well alright), you're complicated
This feeling is love
One time for your mind, your body and your soul
Every time that I rhyme, you know im in control, alright
Here we go, here we go, here we go
And we've been here for so many years
Still it seems as if you're not there (are you there)
Every time I talk, you turn away (do you care?)
Isn't Dad an obligation to care
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), overrated (alright), complicated
This feeling is low
Well I came in the door, yeah I said it before
I never let the stress get me down no more
Giving thanks to the Lord, you know I pray every day
Give shouts to my peeps and this is what we say
And we said
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), overrated (alright), complicated
This feeling is low
You left us one little room with a black and white TV
One eviction notice and a bill for therapy
You're living all alone you're like a dog without a bone, I said
You're living all alone because you left us all at home
Well you had a second chance but you threw it all away
A fourth, and fifth, and sixth but that was yesterday
Now you're sitting at a bar your just drowning in your tears
You're lonely in the corner while everybody cheers, and we said
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems
And we've been here for so many years
So many years still it seems, (so what?)
So complicated (yeah), you're overrated (well alright), you're complicated
This feeling is love
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Madden, Joel Madden
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