Lyrics Unkind - Rob Thomas, Jay Stanley, John Goff, Brian Yale & Paul Doucette

Bring it on baby, what you getting into
Is living on pain, the thing that's getting to you
Write my name, pin it up with my picture
And say it's the only thing 'cuz I'm not around to be around
I'm beating and battered
Hell if my dreams get shattered then
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
Bring it on baby, what's with sudden devotion
I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
You can curse my name, pin it up with my picture
And say it's the last time that I'll be around to be around
Oh well, I'm torn and I'm tattered
So the thoughts in my head they get scattered
And pain gives me the right to be unkind
And it set's me here
Right back to the heart of it
Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it
Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, when I'm alone
Dig
Bring it on baby, what you getting into
Well I swear at once it was the little things that mattered
But it all seems true to you
Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture
Yeah but swear, for the one time you need me around to be around
Well I'm around right now and here I'll stand like it matters
Only once gets through then gets scattered by the rain
But pain gives me the right to be unkind and it sets me here
Right back to the heart of it
Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it
Jones Crazy is a place I call my own
Right back to the heart of it
Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it
Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, when I'm alone
Right back to the heart of it
Jones Crazy, Jones Crazy, Jones Crazy is a place I call my own
When I'm alone, when I'm alone, when I'm alone
The End