We are young So let'€™s set the world on fire We can burn brighter than the sun Now I'm not All that you got I guess that I, I just thought Maybe we could find new ways to fall apart But our friends are back

I'm sipping pink, Lucozade We're blazing on that new found haze I'm seeing in the blacks and grays, I'm Hoping that the basket sways Left to right Sit and talk shit all night Does that make it right for so Maybe, or am I just seeing shit? Seeing the pain

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

It's always something less than what I thought we had before Like always, I'm blown away But right now, I feel the need for something more 'Cause there's always, there's always right now Packing your things and you storm through the house, said Mistakes

Hold on, hold on She used to make me happy Ain't always cool But it's alright It's not a sad song really It's not a sad song, sad song, yeah And I stopped taking your messages Never stopped loving you So hold on, baby

We got all the ways to be There's so many ways to be wicked W-i-c-k-e-d We take what we want With us evil lives on the right side of wrong Long live havin' some fun Hey hey hey hey C'mon hey hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey (haha)

She is my everything She goes everywhere Kisses that come all the way from China Kinda remind her of memories of Spain If I get lost, you can always find her Standing right beside me in the rain She knows everybody From her sun tanned shoulders Down to

Did you know, it was all going to go so wrong for you And did you see it was all going to be so right for me Why did we tell you then You were always the golden boy then And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes Hey you, did you ever realize what

Big city, big city nights You keep me burning Always yearning When the daylight is falling down into the night And the sharks try to cut a big piece out of life It feels alright to go out to catch an outrageous thrill But it's more like spinning wheels

Priscilla, Priscilla It's a difficult thing being Queen to the King How'd you get him to yourself? Between the whistle calls and Southern dolls He's always in high demand We turn around and the world's right there Woman to woman, I'm starting to see