I'm writing the future I'm writing it out, loud. We don't talk about the past We don't talk about the past, now So I'm writing the future I'm leaving a key here Something won't always be missing It won't always feel empty, here Just think of the future

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

Be wary of a woman A woman so fine Don't wanna change you Loves you just right Makes you feel like a man inside Sometimes she'll make you cry Till you don't know what your doing Your out of control Forget about leaving your heart wont go If don't like

Open the door Let me in, let me in I've been so wrong, so many times. Now you know what I'm talkin' about. We've all been wrong a time in our life. And we all make mistakes sometimes of leaving what's good for us. I made that mistake, now I'm tryin' to

What do you want? Where are you? I'm leaving this damn courthouse, walking back to my hotel. What do you want? Well, you look really cute in your suit Man, what the fuck you talking about I look cute in this suit?! I'm only wearing this goddamn suit

We'll be road trippin' rollin' with the top down, southbound Getting wild, raising hell, and leaving this town In a tank top gonna let the guns out, all about rockin' that farmers tan Got the Chev going seventy , all the girls looking heavenly Like there

Bring your sweet loving Bring it on home to me Oh, you better bring it to me Yeah, yeah, yeah If you ever Change your mind About leaving Leaving me behind You know I laughed

Well, I guess this is growing up Someone that understands But everybody's gone It's alright to tell me what you think about me I won't try to argue or hold it against you I know that you're leaving, you must have your reasons The season is calling, your

Jeans so new We should eat one before 2 Man I'm so high I think I love you I was thinking about leaving again It all depends Are we just friends Can you leave a little bit of your k For you, babe It's a no brain We take your mums car to the edge of the

'Cause, oh, my Wants none of that noon glow 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem Do I get to pet her there Grab me some glow Luring every lad about While leaving me moaning low Oh, Firefly, why can't I Latch on to you know how