Well, you come upstairs but not to talk,
You stay a little while then you do a little walk on home.
I hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear you talking shit
‘Cause you ain’t got nothing to talk about at all.
So you took me to party, you got me alone ,
Said, you wanna feel good ‘cause you feel like you’re gonna explode.
Well, I don’t care, can’t pay attention, and
I don’t give a damn about your intentions at all.
Well, pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin,
Pass me whatever this drink left in.
Well, I don’t care if it’s seven in the morning,
For all I care it could be the Second Coming.
Well, you say, you couldn’t take it anymore,
You can’t live like this, it’s a really big deal.
Well, I don’t care, can’t pay attention,
And I don’t give a fuck about your intentions at all.
We’re alright,
We’re always alright.
We’re alright,
We’re always alright.
We’re alright,
We’re always alright.
Alright.
We’ll be alright.