You got it, you got it bad When you're on the phone Hang up and you call right back If you miss a day without your friend Your whole life's off track You know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house You don't wanna have fun It's all you think about

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Why'd you only call me when you're high? Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high? Now it's three in the morning And I'm trying to change your mind Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply The mirror's image It tells me it's home

You wan'da step into my world It's a sociopsychotic state of bliss You've been delayed in the real world How many times have you hit and missed? Your cat-scan shows disfiguration I want to laugh myself to death With a misfired synapse With a bent

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking

Everything has changed It's taking up our time again Go back, we can't go back at all Do you remember that? When we get home, I know we won't be home at all This place we live, it is not where we belong And I miss who we were and the town we could call

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

Ah, found the piece, the missing part Found the hands to heal these broken Bones, you're the key my heart It's beating loud so everybody knows Be the light that you are Shine like fire in my heart Hold me tight in the dark Oh my God, I can feel it I can

Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world’s gone to hell I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend Well, it’s all going to pot And we’re all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the

I ain't gonna be that easy to leave Girl I'm gonna make you miss me I'm gonna make you miss me Make you wish that you were sleeping in my shirt Lie about my jacket and tell everyone it's yours When your phone rings after midnight and you're thinking