We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends Besides, we've got such good fashion sense We're only good for the latest trend It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless The ribbon on my wrist says, "do not open before Christmas"

'Cause I have hella feelings for you I act like I don't fucking care I'm only a fool for you Tell me pretty lies Look me in the face Tell me that you love me Even if it's fake 'Cause I don't fucking care, at all You've been out all night

It's not my crime, so why do I have to pay? I'm doing time, this feeling I can't shake I'm lost in the suffering for nothing My heart don't understand It's beating for an innocent man I've been a victim of some sorry circumstance That was committed by

Country comforts and the road that's going home And it's good old country comforts in my bones Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known Just an old fashioned feeling in my bones Soon the pines will be falling everywhere Village children always

Just a feeling that I have Just a feeling (Just a feeling) (Just a feeling that I have) It's just a feeling No sunshine I can't believe that it's over I watched you cry Bathed in sunlight

I hope you don't mind That I put down in words And you can tell everybody this is your song How wonderful life is while you're in the world It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide, I Don't have much money but

And Lord, it?s more than just thirsty that I'm feeling inside ?Cause these tears I've been crying have left me bone dry I wish the bartender had a cure I could buy But the truth is I'm only drinkin' me lonely tonight So I'll just order up another and

Let's fall in love Let's fall in love Why shouldn't we fall in love? We might have an end for each other To be or not be Let our hearts discover Now is the time for it, while we are young I have a feeling, it's a feeling I'm concealing, I don't know why

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

Well just me and my wine Oh, well I'm down in the alley of sally And I'm feeling my way And it's four in the morning I don't have a lot I can say I know I'm looking for some satisfaction But there ain't much news