Standard (EADGBE)

Trouble down on my own street

Domestic violence on repeat

Smashed up doors and yelling again

Some say you are insane

But I don't think so I love you

When you are smiling I am too

The only troubles I have are yours

Please just make them end

Until they find you something that cures

I hide away at friends

 I was saved by the bell

 or rather saved by hell

 Because it didn't kill me

 no it rather drilled me

 To be doing well

My friends look forward to friday night

While I am anxious

for the weekend fights

In a small apartment

there's nowhere to run

When chaos has begun

I hold my ears to dull the noise

But I can still hear your loud voice

I hide under my bed 'til it's gone

Why can't you get along?

I was saved by the bell

or rather saved by hell

Because it didn't kill me

no it rather drilled me

To be doing well

I was saved by hell

and now I'm doing well

It didn't kill me then

It will not kill me now.