More Sweet Soul

Headaches, handshakes, little blue pills to take I got my stereo on ten, I'm screaming Connelly's pain And I want to make it louder, louder, louder, louder To drown out the sound of the road under the tires Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it Yeah, I want, I want, I want it, want it Yeah, I want, I want, I want, I want to f**k you Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Long sighs, sad eyes and twelve hour drives Ten minutes on the phone it never feels like enough But I want you to know that in Philly it's cold I'm sick with twenty-two days to go Twenty-one days to go Twenty full days to go I count them down but they just get Longer, longer, longer, longer, longer And all the hours They stretch like all the miles They run together like the thoughts in my head While I try to remember the last words I said, yeah Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me what I already know (Dress me up, mess me up, I'm ready to go) Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know (Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to) Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know (Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to) Don't tell me, tell me, what I already know (Yeah, I want to, yeah I want to go)