He's my man and his minds made up in blue All those friends he's been talking to His kiddin' ways are coming to an end now Your only kind is waiting for it's time But I don't know my minds made up in blue All those friends you've been talking to The scars on his hands are glowing like his eyes now As he grips on to another day Ones with better times have gone by now Better times are when you're in control His second rate ravings don't thrill me Even if they did some time before Only his blue eyes still drill me As I get to know my friend the floor