Would you write, would you call back baby if I wrote you a song I need you at home And you can wave to all of your friends And I'll never leave you again I been gone but you're still my lady Cut off all of your hair Did you flinch, did you care Did he

If the last thing you did was the last thing you do He hung up the phone without saying goodbye Kept his eyes on the road and his fists clinched tight It was all over something that didn't matter at all But he just had to tell her that she was wrong Then

Something I don't know, Tell me, tell me, tell me, How many inches in a mile, Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby. What it takes to make you smile, I hear it everyday, I hear it all the time, I'm never gonna amount to much, But they're never gonna

I’ll wait for you Got a pinch of tobacco in my pocket I’m not gonna roll it no I’m not gonna smoke it 'Till we’re staring at the stars and the rockets Twinkling in the silvery night And though the sand may be washed by the sea And the old will be lost in

Sweet amnesia here to free you As the pages burn (burn!) All you trials solved bye fire As the pages burn Rip apart the world Word by word Inch by inch Sever your timeline Secrets can't be unlearned

Something I don't know Tell me, tell me, tell me Everybody tells me Like how many inches in a mile What it takes to make you smile Getcha not to treat me like a child, baby I hear it all the time I'm never gonna amount to much But they're never gonna