Some nights, I stay up cashing my bad luck; some nights, I call it a draw Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for What do I stand for? what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? Why don't we break the rules already? I was never one to believe the hype - save that for the black and white I try twice as hard and I'm half as liked, But here they come again to jack my style
That's alright That's alright; I found a martyr in my bed tonight She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am
Some nights, I wish that this all would end Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again Some nights, I always win
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh lord, I still don't know what I stand for What do I stand for? what do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know anymore