It was you it was me it was every man We've all got the blood on our hands We only receive what we demand and if we want hell then hells what we'll h… - Jack Johnson

Well I guess you could say
That he don't even know where to begin
Cause he looked both ways but he was so afraid
Diggin' deeper through the ditch
With every chance he missed
And the mess he made
Cause hate is such a strong word
And every brick he laid
A mistake they say
That his walls are getting taller
His world is getting smaller.

His dreams are like commercials
But her dreams are picture perfect and
Our dreams are so related though they're often underestimated

Must I always be waiting, waiting on you?
Must I always be playing, playing the fool?