2 pesos

floating from here to there going nowhere.
laughing, not remembering, can't i stay intoxicated forever?
is there really a need to wake up the next day and realize that nothing was ever ok.
gotta smile and let everybody believe i'm me,
even when i just want to break down and cry
it's killing me trying
couldn't it be as easy as one two three
to go back to the way things used to be
i guess not...i did something monumentally bad
was it really me? was it just you? or was it never meant to be?
everybody gave what they could, it was never really enough was it?
here we are again,but there's something different about the way it is today
today's not surreal, it's real...

so i heard you're taking a chance
moving on to step two
i know you well enough to say
that you're putting everything away
time's up for me
i have to let you be,
so i'm giving up this fight..
if you ever find the time
take a step back and see
i'll be here all the way
just as i always used to be
if you don't find me
don't be fooled by what you're eyes won't let you see
though you may never really know
though you may never really feel
i'll be there
listen hard for the sound far away
that will have been a clap from me
i always have been and
always will be you're greatest fan
because it will always be worth 2 pesos for me