Swing life away We get by just fine here on minimum wage I'll show you mine if you show me yours first Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words I won't cross these streets until you

You might hear it on the radio. Baby you never know, But it's gonna be just about you and me, How much I miss you. You're the one that got away. You're gonna hear your song someday. And then I'll write you a song. Girl, I'm gonna warn ya, I'm leaving

It's maturity that I'm lacking So don't, don't let me go And all you need to know is I'm so sorry It's not like me Just let me know that growing up goes slow. And I'm so sorry, it's not like me Today I'm gonna write a sad song Gonna make it really long

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh But words, they won't do it justice I got something on my mind I could write it on a sign I need a translator at the tip of my tongue There's a freight train of emotion stuck in my lungs

Write on me Love the way you tear me up Write on me, write on me Color outside the lines Baby take your time Give me some wings, I'll fly I'll never change my mind Touching on my body like you know me (Write on me)

I can't explain this feeling Can't you see that salvation is freeing I started to write this song about you And then I decided that I would write it all about love And it appeared to me That you wasn't happy And that's for sure, positively That's what

Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah 'Cause growing pains are keeping me up at night And I guess the bad can get better Gotta be wrong before it's right Every happy phrase engraved in my mind There's truth in every word I write But still the growing pains, growing

Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

She's not anyone Gonna write a song so she can see Give her all the love she gives to me Talk of better days that have yet to come Never felt this love from anyone Talking to the songbird yesterday Flew me to a past not far away She's a little pirate in

You're just the last of the real ones (You're just the last of the real ones) 'Cause you're the last of a dying breed Write our names in the wet concrete I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me I'm here in search of your glory There's been a