old friend, stick around, we're having some funnnwrite down, coming off the 101nnlast night i couldn't sleep i feel off my bednnstraight into a coma, now my mind isn't fednnnnoh somebody might wanna cross their fingersnnnnold lies never die; they're stabbing me twicenncall me late tomorrow, 'cause i'm out of advicennyour words are like a bomb, and now you're striking the matchnnno one lives forever, just remember thatnnnnoh somebody might wanna cross their fingers