Never believe in a heart like hers again Never believe Tried, so hard to believe in something that will never be, never be Believe in a heart like hers again Done, done is all the love, love that I had saved for you Gone, gone with my heart, locked

We were wannabe rebels that didn't have a clue In our rock n roll tee shirts and our typically bad attitudes Had no excuses for the things that we'd done We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly Man I don't know where the time goes Young, young But

I don't need your civil war Your power hungry sellin' soldiers In a human grocery store Ain't that fresh The way we've always done before My hands are tied It feeds the rich while it buries the poor I don't need one more war Look at your young men

Of my dear someone Hurry and take me straight into the arms I want to go all over the world And start living free I know that there's somebody who Is waiting for me I'll build a boat, steady and true As soon as it's done I'm going to sail along in the

I am trying The best that I can Sick of leaving things half done, leaving things half said Say I don't look much like a lover Doesn't mean that I won't try Set your world on fire every once in awhile We lie on the kitchen floor

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

I got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, oh don't you put me on the backburner Yeah, you're gonna bring yourself down If you can hold on Yeah, you know you got to help me out You know you got to help me out You're gonna bring yourself down Is there room

I'm just waking up now, in the tears of the ones I love It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done Two years I've been lost, now I remember who I was Who I was, who I was I know I hurt you, I was so unkind I was ungrateful, I wasted your time

That's right, he won't let her out his sight The confidence is the balaclava And it's wrong, wrong, wrong And the daggers are drawn Running off over next doors garden Before the hour is done It's more a question of feeling Than it is a question of fun

There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be