Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
Bowling for Soup
This song was written by Jaret Reddick about his brother, who came up quite a bit in the band’s earlier work, most notably in My Hometown.
He got up this morning
Rolled out of bed
And went out to change the world
Her head on his shoulder
He settles her down
It all started over and over again
His mom made him breakfast
He Gets on the bus
He goes out to see the world
He lies on the ground and, wipes blood from his nose and
Wonders why he's the one that doesn't fit in
The pictures he drew
But if only they told him
You're never gonna be like anyone
And that's okay
Give into your feelings
Don't give in to the ones that will own ya
Sometimes they just don't go away
Six double martinis, a night on the town
It sure makes the mornings long
He never imagined a life time like this would be
The only thing to let him get in
To the pictures he drew
But if only they told him
You're never gonna be like anyone
And that's okay
Give into your feelings
Don't give in to the ones that will own ya
Sometimes they just don't go away
He gets up
He falls down
Wishes he could get the nerve to end it all now
He picks up the phone
And he slams it down
And swallows another
Now he'll never come around
It's all or none
It's one for one
And You can make it
But ya' gotta do it all for yourself
Get in to the pictures he drew
But if only they told him
You're never gonna be like anyone
And that's okay with me
Give into your feelings
Don't give in to the ones that will own ya
Sometimes they just don't go away
Sometimes they just don't go away
Pictures He Drew was written by Jaret Ray Reddick.