I miss the old you Or, "I love you daddy" You ungrateful bitch The more the baddie, more the bratty Take you shopping for them clothes I used to hold you I miss the old me And I never got a single fuckin' thank you from you When it was on, we was on fire

No, musical genocide I do not agree, this is not for me I will not commit, nor will I submit To, musical genocide This is not for me, I won't let it be Give me a blues song, tell the world what's wrong Singing his stories of love and pain, woah I do not

And now the final frame, love is a losing game For you I was a flame, love is a losing game Five story fire as you came, love is a losing game One I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made Played out by the band, love is a losing hand More than I

This isn't sometimes, this is always This isn't maybe, this is always This is love, the real beginning of forever This isn't just mid summer madness A passing glow, a moment's gladness Yes it's love, I knew it on the night we met You tied a string around

Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

To make us fly If I was your girlfriend, could you love for two? If I was your girlfriend, could you pull me through? To make us fly (to make us fly) Losing it to waterfalls Rip and tidy years of gold Buried under rivers all the doubt I didn't notice

There is no greater love Than what I feel for you No sweeter song, no heart so true There is no greater thrill Than what you bring to me No sweeter song Than what you sing, sing to me You're the sweetest thing I have ever known

Dum, dum, baby, dee-dum-dum Dum, dum, baby, dee-dum-dum, come on now Those good old lovely songs When I sing this song y'all, lord Singing it for my baby She's the only one, can bring me joy That's why, I sing these happy songs, they go Happy song, happy

Money on my mind I do it for the love I do it for I don't have No money on my mind When I go home I tend to close the door I never wanted more So sing with me

Oh, oh, oh, oh Too late, too late, too late But it's too late, too late, too late Too late for love Somewhere in the distance I hear the bells ring Darkness settles on the town as the children start to sing And the lady 'cross the street she shuts out