There I was, yeah I just sat down in the seat you left You walked up I said "what are you doing with your beautiful self?" You rolled your eyes but you laughed and your song came on I begged you for a dance and we danced And it was on, eyes locked, clock

That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Trainwrecks, sidewalks Playtex, icebox

I don't know why I come here, But I know I'll never leave, I stay pretty stuck in a rut like I should I might walk a lil funny but my walk is me I might stutter when I talk but I say what I see I don't agree with every other li'l thing that's proven I

Wouldn't be me without you Walk in the buildin', everybody stare Never made it to the room, I fucked her on the steps You either got balls or you shoot like Steph Yeah, yeah, yeah So damn real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Steve Aoki, woozy gang I

Splash that holy water on me I'm in a cold sweat Drown, drown Walk me down to the wishing well Help me find that miracle Drown my faith in trinity, yeah! Little by little, gonna get it, I swear One more piece of the puzzle, I'm there Gotta get lucky,

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan

Pagan baby, won't you walk with me? Pagan baby, come on home with me. Pagan baby, take me for a ride. Roll me, baby, roll your big, brown eyes. Yeah! ooh! ooh! Pagan baby, let me make your name. Drive it, baby, drive your big love game. Pagan baby, what

(I'm bad at love) Each time the feeling fades Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love I know that you're afraid I'm gonna walk away Got a boy back home in Michigan

I'm still gonna be the reckless wheel that kicks up all that gravel I can feel the roots underneath these boots when I walk the road less traveled I'm still the son of the back in them good old days Yeah, what you see is what you get, no matter what

(Joe Callicott) Drop down baby, just like showers of rain I hate to hear my fair brown call my name, yeah I hate to hear my fair brown call my name Well, she calls so loud, and the poor girl calls so plain Walks to the station, tears running down I got