Back Doors Crying

Thought I was happy only when I was sad

Let go of good things, hung on to the bad

In all the wrong places, in all the wrong times

I said I needed sadness to finish my rhymes

And I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Yes, I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Using low life to polish my wit

Choosing the crazies and hoping they'd fit

Saying half empty is the same as half full

All of my rhymes getting harder to pull

And I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Yes, I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

And I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Oh, I was looking in back doors, crying

While you were out front, waiting to make me smile

Make me smile

Make me

Make me smile

Make me, make me, make me

Make me smile

Make me