Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside

Our love comes back in the middle of the night You know how we've grown And how they catch our every turn Everyone's arrived here I see the pictures of everyone And they truly got it But it's your image burned into my mind And again I find That it's

When are you coming home, my love? Well I've been alone far too long 'Cause this heavy heart, oh, how it's yearned 'Cause I've been alone far too long I miss you more than you could know I watch the grass on the back lawn grow And I will not allow winds

Although we have no obligation, to stay alive On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive (Break out) I won't be left here Behind closed doors. Chairs thrown and tables toppled, Hands armed with broken bottles, Standing no chance to win but, We're

A thick fog lies ahead The ocean's deadly calm Their ship glides on the silent waves Into the unknown He cannot turn around For him it's much too late He puts his back into the oar And rows towards his fate The ship cuts through, the milk white mist

'Cause all we got is right now Tomorrow way too far away And we can't get back yesterday But we young right now We got right now So get up right now Baby tonight I need you And I feel it when I see you Wherever you wanna go

Pull me down again Please remedy my confusion And thrust me back to the day The silence of your seclusion Brings night into all you say And guide me into pain I'm counting nocturnal hours Drowned visions in haunted sleep

Now you're here and everything's changing Suddenly life means so much I can't wait to wake up tomorrow And find out this promise is true I will never have to go back to The day before you I had all but given up On finding the one that I could fall into

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

You got to get back up And when they push you down, Push the dirt off your jersey than go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, taking pictures look around