Your my funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine, You make me smile with my heart, Your looks are laughable, un-photographical, Yet you´re my favorite work of art Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak, are

Once again I'll call your name You'll hear but not answer Foolish heart quakes with pain, mocking embrace I push away longing, aching my company, Wither decay, this empty inheritance Looking glass shattered eyes, bleeding so softly Selfishness hollow

Ice has covered up my parents hands Don't have any dreams don't have any plans. I went out into the night, I went out to find some light. Jesus Christ don't keep it hid! And the power's out in the heart of man, Take it from your heart put in your hand. I

Shout out to my ex, you're really quite the man You made my heart break and that made me who I am Here's to my ex, hey, look at me now I swear you'll never, you'll never bring me down Well, I'm, I'm all the way up Forget that boy, I'm over it Guess I

If you hadn't been a friend of mine I ain't misbehaving, I'm just telling you the truth Take my love for granted Yeah, I'd give it all to you Make me count for something Yeah, I feel it in my heart God only knows what I'd have been Guess you're still a

I'm not your holy roller I'm not your holy roller (Yeah-eah-eah) I'm not your holy roller (Hell yeah-eah-eah) Bring a message to ya, Hallelujah My Holy roller, you oughta know (Hallelujah) My heart stays at home I'm not your holy roller (holy roller)

This is a blackout Don't let it go to waste I want to detonate My head and your heart Sometimes I feel I'm getting stuck Between the handshake and the fuck Real life is so hard We hide in the stars That's where our heads are

She tastes to me like a honeycomb Y tiene la llave de mi corazón Sweet to my heart Yeah yeah yeah yeah Girl I want to feel your heart And hope you love me too You know I can't stop loving you, babe Love me, yeah

Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two men as God had made us Well, I can't, well, I can Too much, too late, or just not enough of this Pain in my heart for your dying wish I'll kiss your lips again In the middle of a gun fight In the

I'm gonna follow the sun Oh, oh, oh, oh Now I'm gonna tell my momma That I'm a traveller Don't stop, you got to move I'm never gonna stop Keep moving on, moving on Follow the sun Hop back to my heart