Bob Dylan's 115th Nightmare

Well, his eyes are blue and your eyes are blue

And you're the furthest thing from him

But if you think you're cool, it's more likely true

That your friends wish you were dead

You can make them bow or you can push them out

'Cause you never really learned

How to connect, you can't comprehend

How it's gonna, it's gonna end end, woah

Make love till those chemicals wear off

Do your best to complicate it all

Find love buried in those words of god

But you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom

And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

You never captivate, you just capitulate

And then you follow all the trends

And if you make it out, you know they'll figure out

That you're faking all of this

And you're waiting for some kind of irreverence

You know the rebel's ain't your friends

They can see right through you, you play it safe don't you

And if your story never starts, how can it end, oh

Make love till those chemicals wear off

Do your best to complicate it all

Find love buried in those words of god

Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom

And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it

Oh no

Oh no

Oh, shout

Well if its bad, its bad, and if I'm drunk I'm drunk

But brunettes are in my blood

And you can let me know if you'd be into it

'Cause it's spring and I'm in love

And now I'm paralyzed by fictitious eyes

You know I, I'll never make them mine

Well I should have guessed that I can make a mess

Like nobody's business

Business, business, business

Make love till those chemicals wear off

Do your best to complicate it all

Find love buried in those words of god

Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom

And its cool man, 'cause cool hands lose

Well you know you found them, 'cause you hit rock bottom

And its cool man

Love me, hate me, kill me, let me know it