Maybe won't you take it back Say you were tryna make me laugh And nothing has to change today You didn't mean to say "I love you" I love you and I don't want to It's not true Tell me I've been lied to

You're nobody 'til somebody loves you Fill up my cup, don't ever stop coming Get up on top, I'll make it pop, honey It's hard times when nobody wants you It's a cold heart, when nobody holds you Don't you stop me, I will get what's coming to me I am

Bada-bang-bang In the club, boy, I'll forget you not With my friends, boy, I'll forget you not Brand new man, boy, I'll forget you not Baby, baby, I'll forget you not How come they don't make 'em like you, babe? Oh, I never respected We can make this

And the world is small If I don't make it, sing my song From here I'm weightless No stars are famous Goodbye, gravity Goodbye, enemies I'm going up to a place where the world is small Where I can fly above it all I'm standing in the field

I don’t believe in faith The art of finding love Refuse to let this cut me deep Now to make her pay Left to feel so numb Yes, you may cut me again But I mark these words with a blade That I’ll find you once again, Morrigan! Holding the key to my darkened

Now add tequila! When life gives you limes You make margaritas! You take it all with a grain of salt And realize sometimes it ain't your fault You got something you don't wanna remember That's when you need to just throw it in a blender And have a good

I don't mind, it was all me 'Cause I am flawed When I am through those doors Times unsure I should do whatever will make you feel secure

I'm gonna make it anyway It's not right, but it's okay Pack your bags up and leave And don't you dare come running back to me Close the door behind you leave your key I'd rather be alone than unhappy It's not right but it's okay Friday night you and your

Stockholm let me go home Ships in the harbor and birds on the bluff Don't move an inch when their anchor goes up And the difference with me is I've fallen in love I've heard love songs make a Georgia man cry On the shoulder of somebody's Saturday night

What that makes me If that makes me a little old school Go ahead and call me yesterday's old fool If that makes me a little throwback Throw it at me, don't worry, I can take that Call me hick, hillbilly Hell I'm proud to be I like an old guitar Playin' a