Get Up

Boy, you sound so old,
You say you tried everything.
You say loving you is tiring.
I say get up, get up, get up, get up, stay beside me.
Your sure like a boy and sly as a man, I understand.
You've got to love.

It's not the cigarette or wearing black that makes you.
It's the frown that burns your big eyes.
Your shake shakey heart,
Your famous in mine for wasting time.
There's no one to blame,
It is a messy mistake.
Just decide.
You've got to love.
You've got to love.

It's the sound of leaving hope and feeling okay.
It's the night,
The door that closed,
The story never made.
It's the sound.
It's the sound.