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

Paperback writer. Paperback writer Paperback writer, paperback writer Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write, will you take a look? Based on a novel by a man named Lear And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer,

Listen to my aching heart We are human after all And we don't stay for long Someone told me to be selfless But we are helpless without attention Quick, before you skip the song If Ed Sheeran writes my song I'll finally top the charts Never spoken with my

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)

Yeah, yo I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts And see where this takes me, 'Cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now Yeah, let me explain just how to make greatness Straight out the gate, I'm 'bout to break you down

You're so supreme The lyrics I write of you Dream, dream, day and night of you Scheme just for the sight of you I've been consulted by Franklin D. But now I'm broken hearted Can't get started with you I've been around the world in a plane Settled

Hold your hand in the car Write a love song that makes you cry Then turn right around knock some jerk to the ground 'Cause he copped a feel as you walked by When you see a deer you see Bambi And I see antlers up on the wall When you see a lake you think

You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide Say you were made to be mine No one could say what we get to be You know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards And faith is pulling you miles away And out

I got the poison I got the remedy, I got the pulsating, rhythmical remedy. Hello, yea, hold a sec. Liam there's someone on the phone for you. Oh, fuck's sake, trying to write this fucking tune, man. Yeah! Yeah! Boom! Yeah! Yeah! Bah! Yeah! Yeah! Boom!

I said I'm sorry I say I'm sorry Why don't you write me Call me on the phone Send Western Union You can find me home You know I bled you Led you on a lie You say I fooled you