I hope you think my favorite song When you think happiness I hope you think "that little black dress" Think of my head on your chest And my old faded blue jeans When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me Put those Georgia stars to shame that night

Passion is sometimes a fucked up thing for me I think I owe you an apology Somehow you bring the violence out in me I'm just a shell of what I used to be The little things you do Prey for me (Prey for me) I think I owe you an apology, (Prey for me) I'm

Sometimes it makes me wanna blow my fuckin head off Sometimes it makes me think the world has gone officially insane Sometimes it makes me wanna go a little mental We celebrate the idiot Pretend that we're so into it Dumb down our intelligence Just to

Don't you think I'm lone, lonely enough? God, now how much more do I have to hurt? God, you don't know the sadness of this place You've got the angels and the saints So give me back my love, love How far down do you wanna see me go, tell me? It's been a

La da dee doo La da da me La da da you When you were gone I think of you Yet I'm feeling like There is no better place than right by your side I had a little taste And I'll only spoil the party anyway

Don't be surprised, I will still rise Oh, ye of so little faith Don't doubt it, don't doubt it And the vultures all start circling They're whispering, you're out of time But still, I rise This is no mistake, no accident When you think the final nail is

Now there's more to do than watch my sailboat glide But every day can be a magic carpet ride A little bit of courage is all we lack So catch me if you can, I'm goin' back I think I'm goin' back To the things I learned so well in my youth I think I'm

Goin' all night Why does it feel so right? Let's keep this goin' all night You got me paralyzed and I think I like it Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no My heart beats a little faster When our eyes meet in the middle of a crowded room

In the wee, wee hours That's when I think of you In a wee little room I sit alone and think of you One little song For a fading memory You say, but yet I wonder If your love was ever true I wonder if you still remember

For the road It's quarter to three There's no-one in the place 'Cept You and me. So set 'em up Joe, I've got a little story I think you should know We're drinking my friend, To the end of a brief episode