Mr. 50 Questions

And I forget just why I had complained in the first place
And how can I still have an ego? You know, I only play the bass
The medal on my chest says I am "best at trying hard," but I hardly tried

And how can one girl be so beautiful, she makes a man a boy?
And I regret not playing nicer with her heart, like a child's toy
The comedy routine's called "love will find a way," and I laughed so hard

How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions for you

And how can body parts and chemicals control the mighty man
Or how they fuel the false emotions I will never understand
The sign outside says "we do happy endings", so why did I cry?

How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions!
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions!
How can one world have so many ends?
I have so many questions!
How can one God have so many plans?
I have so many questions

Surprise! Surprise… I have no other plans
I have no other hands to hold, it's why I can't let go
There is no disguise for weary eyes
And mine are always closed

How can one man have so many friends?
I have so many questions!
How can one band fit so many trends?
I have so many questions!
How can one world have so many ends?
I have so many questions!
How can one God have so many plans?
I have so many questions for you

So, so many questions for you
So many questions