Bob Dylans 115th Nightmare
Well, his eyes are blue and your eyes are blue
And you're the furthest thing from him
But if you think you're cool, it's more likely true
That your friends wish you were dead

You can make them bow or you can push them out
'Cause you never really learned
How to connect, you can't comprehend
How it's gonna, it's gonna end end, woah

Make love till those chemicals wear off
Do your best to complicate it all
Find love buried in those words of god
But you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom
And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

You never captivate, you just capitulate
And then you follow all the trends
And if you make it out, you know they'll figure out
That you're faking all of this
And you're waiting for some kind of irreverence
You know the rebel's ain't your friends
They can see right through you, you play it safe don't you
And if your story never starts, how can it end, oh

Make love till those chemicals wear off
Do your best to complicate it all
Find love buried in those words of god
Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom
And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it
Oh no
Oh no
Oh, shout

Well if its bad, its bad, and if I'm drunk I'm drunk
But brunettes are in my blood
And you can let me know if you'd be into it
'Cause it's spring and I'm in love

And now I'm paralyzed by fictitious eyes
You know I, I'll never make them mine
Well I should have guessed that I can make a mess
Like nobody's business
Business, business, business
Make love till those chemicals wear off
Do your best to complicate it all
Find love buried in those words of god
Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom
And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom
And its cool man
Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it