(feat. Tim Myers) Can't pull myself out of the bed It's 12 o clock inside my head The people outside feel so far away I have a headache in my chest
Failure, my friends have left and I'm still here. Like a hometown jailbird still savoring my senior year. It makes me restless, to know i'm smart yet
A third party at a table for two I?m sorry I don?t mean to intrude But it was me and you before you met her And all the live songs you wrote for me (
Ooh, yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah, yeah ooh I smelled your thoughts when you walked by, Thinkin' about me. They smelled so dirty, You get caught with every
Don't wanna go home, don't wanna go home, Don't wanna go home; no, never From this lonely road, from this lonely road You swore we'd sever, yeah Put
I prayed I prayed on my knees On my knees? Oh I prayed all night My chin upon my chest I prayed for a light To help me get through this And in the morning
Oh I want you to know I'm just breaking bad habits You're the first one to go My new years resolution (giggle) Didn't last long I tried to quit you
And so it is Just like you said, it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky
Verse 1: You try, you try, you strive You aim to please But nobody cares, nobody sees I have a taste for talent wasted Oh, waste it on me, waste it
Verse 1: A taste, can last me miles I know you waste your eager smiles On perfect strangers on the street It doesn?t bother me; it doesn?t bother me
Look, I've built a time machine To take us back to when Your favorite word was "please" And mine was always "yes" Grown ups and no no words They spelled
Come to my window, my house is asleep I'll leave a light on for you The chain-linked fence slaps against the wind's cheek Breaking the silent curfew
Verse 1: Monday, Monday dreaming oh, it always ends the same You ache for Saturday but you can?t reach If I found you lonesome for someone you?ve never
Verse 1: Simple things We take pleasure in the simple things We take pride in little victories And we wear our simple crowns Oh, tugs of war, we battle
I will be a better mother I will be a better wife I will submit to my husband But I lead a double life In my head, and in my heart Give me credit; I'
You?ve marched To your pomp and your circumstance Bravely You?re starched you?re a formal affair and I Can?t breathe You?re smart you know all those
Birds are cattle of the sky They graze on heaven's lawn A mile high They have their heads in the clouds Why bother bringing them down? Why oh why? Chorus
