Mmm, what's worse, the—
What's worse to you? Oh-oh
What's worse?
Mmm

What's worse, the carry or the curse?
She was paired with a maniac and married on the first
It was much worse than anyone could tell
But he couldn't stick it out so he ended up in jail
It was eight months and twenty-seven days
And when he got out, he told her
"We should go our separate ways"
And the whole world learned about a tape he had recorded
They gavе a bunch of money to the maniac, a fortune

What's worsе, the lonely or the fame?
He got everything he wanted and now everything's the same
Much worse when he was back in jail
But the feeling wasn't different so he really couldn't tell
'Til the girl showed up and changed it
She had braids in her hair, old age in her stare
But she came to a realization
That his heart was in love
but his brain wasn't there, and then

Yeah, and so the maniac drank as the maniac does
And he did the same shit with the same exact drugs
It went on for a while, 'bout seven-eight months
And the girl got tired as anyone does
She showed up and she changed him
She was brave and she cared for the boy who was scared
But he came to a realization
If it didn't stop now, then it wouldn't stop there, and then