2 Unkind (3:17)

Bring it on baby what you're getting into

Is living on pain the thing that's getting to you?

Write my name, paint it up my picture

Says the only thing I'm not around, to be around

Beaten and battered

What if my dreams get shattered?

Then pain gives me the right, to be unkind

Bring it on baby, what's with sudden devotion?

I'd trade a river of tears for just a little emotion

You can curse my name, paint it up my picture

This is the last time that I'll be around, to be around

Oh, well, I'm torn and tattered

Saw the thoughts in my head being scattered, oh well

Pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

And it sets me

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

When I'm alone, all day

So bring it on baby, what you getting into

Well, I swear once it was the little things that mattered

But it all seems true to you

Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture

Yeah, but swear, the one time you need me around, to be around

I'm around right now where, here

I'm standing like it matters

Only once got screwed and then gets scattered by the rain

And pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

And it sets me

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

When I'm alone

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy yeah, Jones Crazy yeah

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

When I'm alone, when I'm alone, when I'm alone