Knock Me Out

Well how are you
I heard that you've been doing pretty well
Is it true
Or am I being taken
Well I'm sure it is
And I don't even mind
At least that's what I tell myself sometimes
Well, how am I?
Well lately I've been feeling pretty nice
I can fly now and touch the moon
And I'm very rich, and I've never told a lie
At least that's what I tell myself sometimes
Well sometimes I am wrong
And sometimes somethings are long gone
But other things stay the same
Like you, and the way

You knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your scent
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I'm wrong or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
You knock me out

Remember back?
The colder winds of summer in the park?
It was dark
But somehow I was happy
Well that's okay
What was it but a day
At least that's what I tell myself to say
Well here we are
Growing up or something I suppose
Ain't it strange?
The way this thing goes?
Well paint it blue
This endless stream of you
I'm here and I don't know what else to do

Not the silver on the lake
Not the smell of candles on a birthday cake
No, nothing that I can see or hear or do
Ever can complain

So when you knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your scent
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I'm wrong or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
You knock me out

You knock me out and pull me in
Leave me begging for your scent
I put the club into your hand
Knock me down into the sand
When I'm wrong or when I quit
Leave me dying for that hit
You knock me out
You knock me out
You knock me out