speakers were crying bye bye love   you took the one good thing that i had left   painter's hands and a seventh son   i thought you were my friend   but i'm guessing i was wrong      demanding lungs caught me in a blur   we could talk but i'd ask too much   wouldn't want to jump the gun   besides remember i don't say enough   can't stay up with you to see the rising sun      i feel like the morning after blues   just enough to knock it through the day   not enough to make me insane   not enough to make me insane   not enough to make me crazy   just enough to make me insane   just enough to make me crazy   just enough to make me crazy