Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So done with wishing you were still here So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio? And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing she was still here (Why

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all They passed me by, all of those great romances You were, I felt,

La la la la la la, la la la la la la How I wish that you were mine You're the only girl my heart beats for My cherie amour, lovely as a summer day My cherie amour, distant as the milky way My cherie amour, pretty little one that I adore In a cafe or

Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us

You touch me like a razor blade I wish there was some other way right now, oh oh And like a house on fire we're up in flames I'd burn here if that's what it takes To let you know I won't let go of you, oh oh So I'll just hold you like a hand grenade Of

Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you Thinking of you What you would do if You were the one Who was spending the night Oh I wish that I Was looking into your eyes Looking into your eyes

All the pretty girls on a Saturday night Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes Well you break and take all the words from my mouth I wish all the pretty girls were shakin' me down But not you, When all the pretty girls can't measure to you

You know she's gonna make you cry, you know she's gonna make you cry Ooh, you know we're lovers in the night It's just the soul that matters, and keeps her satisfied She'll have you wishing that you had her come your way to shine It's just the soul that

It never entered my mind Once you warned me that if you scorned me I'd say a lonely prayer again And wish that you were there again To get into my hair again Once I laughed when I heard you saying That I'd be playing solitaire Uneasy in my easy chair And